There's a kink in the path
Where the bluebells grow
Strong, full of spice and sweet
Where the witches and the wizards
cast their spells, I know
And the elves feel safe to meet

 

There's a bend in the river
Where the waters run deep
And the vines harsh thirst is fed
Where dry grapes can burst
in pleasure and folly;
The valley can sing in a glory of red

 

There's a camber to the hill
Where a palace can hide
The fair princess in her tower
Where she grows and she learns
how to bloom with pride
'til she's ready to surge with power

 

There's a twist to the tale
Where the storyteller revels
And the moral and the essence should lie
Where pure evil sinks deep,
The good win out; it's death to the Devil
While the cherubs can fly

 

Just off the beaten path
Where dreams are allowed to survive
Away from the trodden and mundane
Maybe that's where we poets should thrive