Slippery pipe into the darkness.
Never ending sliding fun.
Down into the World's of legend,
Down into the days of yore.
Goblins grunting inauspicious noises,
Faeries flitting here and there.
Dragons saving, not eating, damsels,
Knights on saddles in need of rest.
Weapons glinting in the moonlight,
Owls wings beat more silently.
Down past burrows dark, forbidding,
Sliding on past talking trees.
Castles stand in triumphant glory,
All that is and may well be.
A wall appears oh to quickly...
The dream has ended before it killed me...
(J.R.G 3rd January 2012)
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
