Imagine

Imagine a ruler, fighter, or slave,
Hunting for a crown or a female to save.
And always before they finish the feast,
The drama begins with a roar from the beast.

Cities rise and fall with a word,
Murmured meanings never heard.
But imagination will never last
And broken-hearted heroes settle to the grass.

Years later, he took the job,
And as he turned the office knob,
For a final moment he envisioned,
A childhood story never finished.

closeup photo of castle with mist

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