Leaf-strewn lanes on a blustery Autumn evening,
Transform a modern street into a fairytale trail,
A winding woodland way through the dark forest.
What wonders may await at this fabled road's end?
Does an ever slumbering princess lie beneath a witch's spell,
Upon a bed of oak and glass bedecked with silken sheets?
Might there be a giant's castle at the end o' the path?
It's rampart's flying flags depicting fantastical creatures,
Mighty gryphons perched on the tall stone turrets.
Could an even greater wonder still lie in a clearing ahead?
A circle of standing stones within a clearing in the woods,
Standing in its center, a proud and beautiful unicorn.
Alas, none such as this appears.. but what is this?
A sudden light before you at the crossing..
It is RED.
You bring your carriage to a stop.
The light turns.
Onward you drive into the real world and towards home...
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