Hurry up come quick and gather around, before I change my mind
To unfold the path of a tale unsung that belongs to the wizard kind.
Fetch your warmest sweaters or robes, and perhaps an extra cloak
For I heard that it is chilly inside, the enchanted timber wardrobe.
Behind the rags and hung up clothes, a luminous lamp post glows,
Turning the frosty floor beneath, into shiny velvet pillows.
One can only stare in awe, at the realm that looks serene
But not for long as soon enough, your journey will truly begin.
Be cautious and be wary of the ones you tumble upon,
Could it be a ****** or is it a fox? or a cozen witch paragon?
Pace your way through frozen rains until you reach the end,
Latch on to the red lion skin, do your damnedest to defend.
Myriad wonders of a world unknown, covered by wooden doors
Do you wish to leave or would you explore? The gamble is all yours.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
Hurry up come quick and gather around, before I change my mind
To unfold the path of a tale unsung that belongs to the wizard kind.
Fetch your warmest sweaters or robes, and perhaps an extra cloak
For I heard that it is chilly inside, the enchanted timber wardrobe.
Behind the rags and hung up clothes, a luminous lamp post glows,
Turning the frosty floor beneath, into shiny velvet pillows.
One can only stare in awe, at the realm that looks serene
But not for long as soon enough, your journey will truly begin.
Be cautious and be wary of the ones you tumble upon,
Could it be a ****** or is it a fox? or a cozen witch paragon?
Pace your way through frozen rains until you reach the end,
Latch on to the red lion skin, do your damnedest to defend.
Myriad wonders of a world unknown, covered by wooden doors
Do you wish to leave or would you explore? The gamble is all yours.
Feature film inspiration: The Chronicles of Narnia
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