Krezdorn!

Krezdorn

Far in the dim of a summer's eve

I seem to see, past the shadow's weave,

On the verge of sight

A distant light

Sifting through the murmuring trees.

 

Krezdorn--magic Krezdorn--

Where the mystic wizards weave--

Krezdorn--faery Krezdorn--

In the Land of Make-Believe!

 

In the gloom of the noon of an autumn day

I seem to hear, as the dead leaves play,

The fading knell

Of a crystal bell

In the wind where the bare trees groan and sway.

 

Krezdorn--eldritch Krezdorn--

Where the fauns and satyrs play--

Krezdorn--mythic Krezdorn--

Full of wandering dreams astray!

Many years ago I saw the name Krezdorn Street in the phonebook and thought what a good name that was for an over-the-top, goofy, somewhat twee fantasy land. This poem was the result.