In the land of Inkheart,

A spidery tangle of thorns with concealed secrets,

Many went in but few came out, seeping, everywhere.

In the land of Gems,

Happiness, carpeted over the forest like a carpet of jewels,

The soldiers an unusual emerald green, ocean blue

Blue bells flood the forest waiting for children

In the land of Bizarreness,

I saw horses tap dancing on jiggly jelly floating on Jupiter.

In the land of Horses,

Ponies galloped across the meadow,

with the sunrise beside them,

Dewdrops on the grass like melting diamonds

In the land of Beauty,

Cobwebs glistened on the towering grass,

As the sun faded out of sight.