A poem for a book that I’m working on currently – it describes the mythical land that everyone wants to find due to its treasures and beauty. It’s supposed to be short and detailed but yet mysterious. I actually don’t like it at the moment so if anyone has any suggestions do feel free to speak up! 🙂
Over the sea filled with poisonous water,
Over six mountains higher than the clouds,
There exists a place of divine mater
With no space for cowardly crowds.
It is only meant for the lucky few
Those who are brave and strong enough
To go looking for it in the unknown blue
And survive a path that is uncannily rough.
A land filled with gold and treasure,
Magical artifacts and books of all kinds,
Enough to provide a lifetime of leisure
But it sure isn’t for those with weak minds.
You may be seriously craving to go there,
But of the road ahead you better beware.