The Magical Mirror's Secret

In a castle old, with towers tall, Dusty drapes adorned each wall. An old room slept, in shadows deep, Where secrets old, it vowed to keep.

A Mirror stood, of silver bright, Reflecting tales of day and night. Prince Pip, with eyes of emerald green, And Princess Lily, a fairy queen,

Stood before it, hushed and still, As magic started to fulfill. The Mirror shimmered, glowed so grand, Revealing lands, at its command!

A swirling mist, a vibrant hue, A hidden path, for them to view. "Beyond this room," the Mirror sighed, "A mystery waits, where dreams reside!"

The vision showed, a twisted stair, Behind a tapestry, beyond compare. Prince Pip, he tugged, with all his might, While Lily watched, with pure delight.

The tapestry swung, with creaking sound, A secret door, was finally found! Down the stairs, they bravely crept, Where shadows danced, and secrets slept.

Through winding paths, and tunnels low, Where whispering winds began to blow. Following clues, the Mirror sent, On this adventure, heaven-sent.

At last they reached, a hidden place, Bathed in sunshine, filled with grace! A secret garden, bright and bold, A tale the Mirror had foretold.

With flowers blooming, sweet and rare, And butterflies dancing in the air. Prince Pip and Lily, hand in hand, Discovered magic, in this enchanted land!