Once Upon a Time. . . .

He led me behind the falls of liquid diamonds,
  sheltered between rocks that could seat giants.
The sound of the plunging water, like a siren’s song,
  reminded me of mysteries as deep as time.
An incarnadine wood crafted elegantly in perfection—
  where memories pursue refuge between battles
    waged by Life and Death.

Beyond the veil and tithing of surrealistic expenditures,
  remnants of tressels exist that once provided
    a bridge between two infinite realities.
And by the waters swift and gold, he lured
  my feathery mind to a place where we
    cooled our heels and sat for a spell or two.

The blue mountains that rose in the East
  guarded our secret lieges,
And the oldest enigma lay buried for centuries
  beneath the soft emerald carpet.
A single echo, as he held my hand to lend me sight,
  inspired a hushed reverence over the land.
More intrigue than knowledge allowed
  between these timeless time tunnels;
Where reminiscences are sparkling nightmares,
  and divine torments encased within a glowing glass.