On leaving,
It's deceiving,
Looks like a plain brick wall,
Yet in this reality, not like at all.
For, if you stand here at a certain time of day,
When the sun's about half way up,
Though it's hard to say,
Then, the old gypsies violin,
Grasp firmly by neck,
Put body under chin,
Draw firmly, but smoothly, over strings with bow,
Til a single note plays and seems as though,
It could turn a rainbow to sound,
Your heart will start to pound,
A strange vibration will everything...Overtake,
Causing the very ground to move and shake,
The wall will begin to fade,
As if of fresh air made,
Then...With the start of a shimmer,
You'll catch a glimmer,
Of...The secret way, the very door,
To the realm of the unicorn,
Fabled land of ELIDOR.