In a land of dreams where moonbeams gleam,
A tale unfolds, so it would seem.
Beneath the stars, a secret place,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace.
Through whispering trees, the wind does blow,
Softly singing a lullaby so low.
And in this land, where magic's birth,
The air is filled with enchantment's mirth.
Within a glade, where fairies play,
Their laughter echoes throughout the day.
Their wings of gold and silver bright,
Guide lost souls through the endless night.
Through meadows green, where flowers bloom,
And butterflies in colors zoom,
A river flows with crystal clear,
Its melody calming every fear.
Among the hills, where giants sleep,
Their snores so loud, they make birds weep.
Yet, in their dreams, they play and dance,
While moonlit shadows cast a trance.
Upon a hill, a castle stands,
Built by the touch of skilled hands.
Its towers tall, reaching the sky,
A beacon of hope that won't deny.
Within its walls, a princess fair,
With flowing locks of golden hair.
Her heart so pure, her spirit bright,
She radiates love like morning light.
In a meadow, a knight does ride,
With armor gleaming, strong and wide.
His sword, a shining beacon's glare,
A guardian of justice, fair and rare.
Together they stand, a perfect pair,
Love's bond unbroken, beyond compare.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
Their love, a flame that can't be caught.
And so, the tale of this land divine,
Where dreams and magic intertwine,
Shall be told through generations long,
In songs and stories, in verse and song.