Far across the distant sea,
Where no man has yet to course,
Is a land clouded by mystery.
One hidden by some unseen force.
T’is land made of pure gold,
Only known to few and far between.
Azure skies, with silver clouds dyed in bold;
Things the eyes have never seen.
From its sandy coasts to the pebbled shore-
Endless trees of forest green,
To its vast shield of mountains galore
Designed, its very beauty seem.
The people there were like none other,
Different in a way you could never dream.
For they hold a secret you wouldn’t bother
To learn, for it would make you scream.
Oh yes, you’re hearing right,
This land is where all myths gather.
Beasts of terror and creatures of fright
And the fairytale ones that children rather.
This story begins in such a land,
Where the gods tend to roam.
So gather your friends and hold hands
For this journey will take you far from home.
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