140/ a world as it used to be

Once there was an ancient inn,
a world as it used to be,
a welcomed change.
I thought and dreamt,
past dark trees,
the world as it used to be.
A man and his dog beside a fire,
smoke into the woodland climbing.

In fairy tales we go back in time,
through the leaves light filters down.
I was with some girl,
past the bouncers on the door.