3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1454

On fringe of field she sashayed forest witch
I was a wizard under shadowy spell
In cyclone massive macrocarpa fell
She disappeared it seemed across the ditch
The sky turned blue abruptly brushed out glitch
I left the house I wasnt one to dwell
I nodded knights I nabbed a knell of bell
I gasped at tree trunks trauma roots unhitch
The pips of cards the spot the dot the jot
Of fabled ancient island Avalon
Of Arthur Guinevere and Lancelot
The king and queen and jerk are called upon
And might you be a pleb and not a face
You might ask favour from the wizard ace
Chorus face mien visage