Hell may have its many layers
And Houdini his many tricks
Virtually, every courageous artist and
Outrageous liar knows when they’ve been licked.
Connected like a red-white string, the truth and lies – the gray of reality.
Whether it was a cursed artifact or some supernatural thing.
Rotting away, some dead writer’s soul
Imagination was the key
To making what was once private and flat
Inventive prose on paper becoming rock-solid fact
Neverland emerged as did the road to Oz
Given the fantastical reality birthing, gives the writer cause.
Somewhere the story spinning
Obliterate the once-fifth wall
Wanderers now in our world
Like a life-size adventure chosen
Yet still the fiction’s woven.
Imaginary friends now real
New doors in the air
To take the average person
Outside, outer space, anywhere.
Over hill and under
Escaping the many layers of hell
Rash reality forgotten.