The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection

Find Your Paradise

Welcome to this little place,

Where your hairs will rest and gray,

Life goes by at your own pace,

Take a seat and always stay.

Welcome to the desert brittle,

Far from bluest, tranquil shore,

Where the water flows so little,

Forcing you to beg for more.

Welcome to forbidden woods

Just around the rolling hills.

Those who came left when they could

For it is here where demons kill.

Welcome to the plains of gold

Flowing with a bounty true,

Home of treasures centuries old,

But none of it could be for you.

Welcome to the last frontier,

Vast and open like the sky.

Where you're going isn't clear;

Living here's not worth a try.

Welcome to your wildest dreams,

Far beyond reality,

Nothing's ever what it seems,

Why go back to normality?

A/N: Wow, this sure was random. Ahahaha.