Valley Of Wishes

The Magic Tree leans aslant a burnt ochre sky,
Its gnarled ruby trunk and million emerald leaves
Glitter and wink in the rays of a brilliant purple sun,
As the Sapphire Stream through the deep ravine weaves

Like a sparkling ribbon tracing patterns on the slopes;
A gust of blue wind whips red clouds up from the valley floor,
Rattling heaps of grinning skulls and bones at the roots;
It whispers icy chills down the veins, bark, and leaves.

"Welcome to the Crimson Vale of Wishes!
Where the hours, by the minute, new enchantments weave;
Enter all you, who dare hope, aspire and dream:
The Vale grants all your wishes, except the wish to leave!"

"Queen BeCarefulWhatYouWishFor wishes you well," sighs the Tree,
Its golden branches waving in the breeze,
"Lady YouMightActuallyGetIt, her sister, bides your leisure,
Good Sir, would you step this way, kindly, pretty please?"