I'm talking about you zilly

Painted walls with crimson fairies
A window to a world so scary
Lock the door and crawl outside
In the garden is where you hide
Free you are to find your way
Fear you feel and want to stay
Off you go by moonlit night
Soon the house is gone from sight
On the path you walk along
Now your fear is all but gone
You see a town alive with light
With sights and sounds to your delight
In its streets you wander 'round
Empty streets, no one is found
A crowd’s laughter now fills the air
You find them by the old town square
They laugh and sing and dance so free
Round an ancient Hemlock tree
You walk into the busy square
The people stop and start to stare
They gaze into the moonlit sky
You turn away not knowing why
Walk on down to the rivers edge
And stand upon a wooden ledge
The air grows cold, you long for sleep
You turn and sway as you grow weak
Safe at home you wish to be
The moon now hides, it’s hard to see
If only you knew how to get home
Instead you’re lost and all alone
Then up ahead you see a light
It guides you till your homes in sight
Through the window into your room
Through the window into your bed
An angels hand now stills you head
Her gentle light kept danger away
Safe in your heart is where she’ll stay
I think I might have already asked you this Behertz, but have you ever thought about compliing your work and sending it to a publisher? I don't know much about publishing, but I think they'd be interested in your writing.
jusT AmaZinG! :)
and keep going cheers