Shams and Charlie's Excellent Adventure
On a vacation deep in Norway,
Where the stars sing soft and low,
Two companions—cat and puppy--
Watched the northern lights aglow.
Shams, a cat of quiet power,
Cloaked in mystery and pride,
Stalked the shadows like a scholar
Where arcane old secrets hide.
Charlie, golden-hearted sunshine,
Loved to snuggle, bark, and play--
Yet he followed Shams through silence,
When the stars began to sway.
For the closet door was glowing.
Softly pulsing, strange and wide.
Charlie whimpered, “Shams… it’s humming.”
Shams just smirked, “Let’s step inside.”
With a leap, they crossed the threshold,
Spinning through a storm of hue--
Till they burst into the heavens
Where a midnight dragon flew.
Shams, now robed in starry velvet,
Held a wand of swirling light.
Charlie wore a moss-green cloaklet
As they soared into the night.
Two great dragons bore them skyward--
One was dark as twilight’s sigh,
One as pale as morning snowfall
Underneath the aurora sky.
“Welcome, travelers,” rumbled Brann,
Winged in black and forged in flame.
“Little wizards,” laughed his Aila,
“Tell us, what’s your quest or name?”
Charlie gasped, “Are we in Norway?
But it’s not the world we knew…”
Shams said, “This is one of many.
I was meant to ride with you.”
Over fjords they flew in silence,
Past the pines and frozen streams,
While the northern lights danced softly
Through the magic of their dreams.
Wands aglow with spells of wonder,
Wind and fire beneath each paw,
Even Charlie felt the ancient
Pull of sky-borne mystic law.
But the air began to whisper,
Faint and fading, far and near--
And the dragons turned in sorrow:
“Little wizards, time draws near.”
Aila sighed, “The gate is closing.
This realm only briefly wakes.
But remember what you've tasted--
Magic’s real, for magic makes.”
Back toward Earth they glided gently
Through a veil of fading glow,
Landing softly in the closet
Where the northern breezes blow.
Gone were hats and glowing scepters,
Just two pets on quiet paws--
But their eyes still held the starlight,
And their hearts still knew the cause.
Andy called, “Hey, where’d you wander?”
Fin yawned, “Breakfast, sleepy crew!”
Charlie wagged and whispered, “Bacon.”
Shams replied, “And wonder too.”
So if ever late at midnight
You see shimmer on your floor--
Know that magic does come calling...
And Shams might tap your closet door.
Where the stars sing soft and low,
Two companions—cat and puppy--
Watched the northern lights aglow.
Shams, a cat of quiet power,
Cloaked in mystery and pride,
Stalked the shadows like a scholar
Where arcane old secrets hide.
Charlie, golden-hearted sunshine,
Loved to snuggle, bark, and play--
Yet he followed Shams through silence,
When the stars began to sway.
For the closet door was glowing.
Softly pulsing, strange and wide.
Charlie whimpered, “Shams… it’s humming.”
Shams just smirked, “Let’s step inside.”
With a leap, they crossed the threshold,
Spinning through a storm of hue--
Till they burst into the heavens
Where a midnight dragon flew.
Shams, now robed in starry velvet,
Held a wand of swirling light.
Charlie wore a moss-green cloaklet
As they soared into the night.
Two great dragons bore them skyward--
One was dark as twilight’s sigh,
One as pale as morning snowfall
Underneath the aurora sky.
“Welcome, travelers,” rumbled Brann,
Winged in black and forged in flame.
“Little wizards,” laughed his Aila,
“Tell us, what’s your quest or name?”
Charlie gasped, “Are we in Norway?
But it’s not the world we knew…”
Shams said, “This is one of many.
I was meant to ride with you.”
Over fjords they flew in silence,
Past the pines and frozen streams,
While the northern lights danced softly
Through the magic of their dreams.
Wands aglow with spells of wonder,
Wind and fire beneath each paw,
Even Charlie felt the ancient
Pull of sky-borne mystic law.
But the air began to whisper,
Faint and fading, far and near--
And the dragons turned in sorrow:
“Little wizards, time draws near.”
Aila sighed, “The gate is closing.
This realm only briefly wakes.
But remember what you've tasted--
Magic’s real, for magic makes.”
Back toward Earth they glided gently
Through a veil of fading glow,
Landing softly in the closet
Where the northern breezes blow.
Gone were hats and glowing scepters,
Just two pets on quiet paws--
But their eyes still held the starlight,
And their hearts still knew the cause.
Andy called, “Hey, where’d you wander?”
Fin yawned, “Breakfast, sleepy crew!”
Charlie wagged and whispered, “Bacon.”
Shams replied, “And wonder too.”
So if ever late at midnight
You see shimmer on your floor--
Know that magic does come calling...
And Shams might tap your closet door.
