The Attic

when the night falls

and the doors close

and the hush falls over the city,

a wise man once told me

that the attic was full of pixies.

they dance the night away

powdering the floor

making the room all misty.

sweet as can be

like honey from the bees

they were quite a treat.

i visited the attic that night

because i too wanted to see.

to my displeasure the attic was bare.

no magic in the air,

no pixie dust

just old boxes and pipes

that have begun to rust.

and within this moment

the world lost some of it's enchantment

and my mindset was in need of enhancement

but to my disadvantage

the world around me resembled the attic

lacking magic, full of junk and dust rabbits.

@PoetryByRian