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More in The Poetry of Rygar
one can dream
In the wild and untamed wood,
Where nymphs play, as nymphs should,
And sprites joyously greet the night,
And dance in merriment and delight.
Fantastic scenes play out as dreams,
Serenely draped in white moonbeams,
Elves traverse this wondrous place,
Themselves lost in earths embrace.
Pixies flitter about without care,
Their songs carried on the night’s air,
Centaurs trot along wooded paths,
While Minotaur cows tend to their calves.
In this magical and peaceful place,
No emphasis is given to race,
No hurtful tones or negative screams,These are the things that come in my dreams.