The land of sonnet writers,
The land of magic seas,
Where darkness turn to lightness,
Adventures bloom and seethe;
A land where all could happen,
Where clouds rain with dreams,
Where people live in laughter
And love, and pride, and peace...
That land is far from here,
But, truly, it exists!
A land of joys and tears,
Where laziness is sin...
One time a puckish princess
Adventured to the woods...
And there with all her innocence
She met a real wolf!
She wasn't scaried, was she?
She knew a magic spell -
Not boring, wishy-washy,
But potent, sage and telling
She fixed the fierce creature
With eyes of fire and ice...
Enchanted by her features
From wolfish turned to nice.
They wandered in the forest,
The swam in deepest seas,
From savage, brutal, foreign
The he grew a prince, it seemed…