The tapestry was hung perfectly on the wall
Telling a story of kings and queens standing tall
Unicorns and castles, green rolling hills
Everyone happy, not a drop of wine would be spilled
People dancing in ballrooms
White horses carrying Shining Knights
Through streets where crowds cheered
All through the night
A perfect woven fantasy taking over the room
Hanging strong and proud, taking away my gloom
I began to melt into the woven cloth
Maybe here I would find my troth
I wanted to stay in this fantasy
A piece of the tapestry I wanted to be
I look at the majestic work of art
I feel the power pulling at my heart