The Pixie King

Inside the Rainbow Forest

Where unicorns are born,

And fairy dust floats on the air

From sundown until dawn,

There dwells in royal splendour

Yet very rarely seen,

The king of all the pixies

With his pretty pixie queen.

His palace is a mushroom

As tall as any tree,

With bright red spots upon it

That will make you squeal with glee.

A winding golden staircase

Stretches to the very top,

In a mesmerizing spiral

That you think will never stop.

All those brave enough to climb it

Would soon chance upon a door,

With the most enormous knocker

That you really ever saw.

One hard tap summons the butler,

A polite and friendly gnome,

Serving tea and fondant fancies

That will make you feel at home.

Through a maze of vaulted chambers

Each more lavish than the last,

Passing walls lined with the portraits

Of kings from the distant past,

That dear gnome shall gently guide you,

With much merriment and song,

To the Great Hall of his master

Who resides there all day long.

From beneath a silver archway

Set with precious gems galore,

You will enter to the fanfare

Of ten trumpets, maybe more.

Dainty apple blossom petals

Shall be scattered at your feet,

As you bow your head in homage

To the king you are to meet.

With a heart bursting with wonder

You will hastily be brought,

To the throne of his most highness

Far across the royal court,

Threading through the marble towers

Of an ornate colonnade,

And a troupe of prancing dragons

With their riders on parade.

Seated high upon a pumpkin

In a matching orange gown,

Curly shoes of bright green velvet

And an elderflower crown,

The king shall bid you welcome

With a beaming toothy grin,

As he beckons to the minstrel 

For the music to begin.

With his beard like cotton candy

Waving wildly in the air,

As he slides down to embrace you

From atop his lofty chair,

Both your arms shall link together

To the fiddler's merry tune,

Clicking heels and laughing loudly

As you skip around the room.

In the magic of the moment

You will give yourself to fun,

As the mischief making monarch

Tweaks your ears and cracks a pun,

All those cares your heart now carries

Shall dissolve and simply be

Lost in wondrous celebration

Of a pixie jamboree!