8 October 2012
Nestled between the roots, Earthy and dusted in soil, Guarded on each side, By tiny grey gargoyles,
The little wooden doors, Coloured brown and green, They hide away so well, They're hardly ever seen,
This is where magic lurks, Where fairy's keep their doors, Just waiting for a knock, So you can come explore.
Fairy Doors • Opuss № I