Fallen

Fallen off the edge of Earth
From the place where all men berth
A fall from mediocrity
To a land of pleasant dreams
A land that's ruled by ephemeral laws
The lady of the land it seems
Has set one law to govern all
If a one be void of beauty
Banashed shall be its destiny
This land is paradise you see
But cannot hold a man like me
For I am bound to misery
And only can my thoughts escape
To freely roam these forms
And take their shape