Hi there! Please enjoy this little poem, or tale. I was drawing on fairy-tale themes about quests to find magical objects from books I remember reading when I was very small. I hope you enjoy!
If you journey
4 leagues to the West, then
Follow the brightest star in the sky
For another three,
You will come to a forest bordered round
With silver trees;
There, take the left hand arch (never the right
There you’ll find all the horrors
That roam the woods at night);
Journey now along the path shown
By the light of the moon,
(Never deviate to follow
The pipes at noon. Cotton in the ears
Now follow the stream
As it runs uphill,
Til you reach the place where time stands still.
When you reach the clearing dotted round
With stars amongst the grass,
Pluck me the one
That stands separate from the mass,
Hide it in your cloak, then,
Make sure you make it back within a day;
And I shall give you the key.
The key to my heart.