Rolling hills, eye popping mountains,
Kissing the stonking ***** of heaven
With fairly capped eternal fountains
Of chalcedony and emerald sheen.

Clouds of opalescent birds in flight
Ineffably croon mellifluous lullabies
In their coats thrice fairer than twilight
Till emerald stars bedight yonder skies.

Silvery galloping rivers gush in ecstasy
On whose foam sitteth many a nymph
Whose starry beaming eyes are as sassy
As of knights upon their maiden triumph.

Gems, like dew upon grass of meadow,
Fairly evermore bedight each strand
In beauty like a kaleidoscopic rainbow
Doth hang in air with a colorful band.

Heaving tides, and many a glassy wave,
Evermore ebb unto the pebbly shore,
But making not a sound like as a grave
Or a peregrinator twixt an enchanted moor.

Soaring towers, paved with fair flowers
Redolent of a novelty loveliest scent,
That doth resemble nothing of ours
But of seraphic breath by heaven's gate.

In Fairyland, their roads of silver hewn,
And there falls rain of crystals of gold
Once in a blue moon, in noontide of june,
All kept in enchanted hoards of old

Beneath dungeons deep as yonder skies,
As dark as the darkest moonless night
By tripple headed creatures of three eyes
That evermore beam than the sun's light.

Their eyes fixed upon them day and night,
So wills their king, of him denizens sing:
O mighty king of lands beneath perpetual light,
Evermore shall we guard thy gems, they sing.

And this, our land, of strands of emerald sheen
Where naught doth ever age as the sun’s rays,
No mortal shall ever stroll by and leave unseen
For our eyes shall wink never till the end of days.


Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California. 01/18/20.