child of dreams

Beneath an ashen sky
The ruined city stretches on for miles
Where towers once reached high
Now reduced to crumbled shattered piles
Running down rubbled roads
Where the corpes of once-great heroes lie
Around the city dies
Broken bruised where they dropped their loads
The glen of heroes sits
In the depths of a wasteland’s darkest pits
Triumphant battle cry
Swallowed in lack of its resonance
The last great hero died
Of that silence within his hollow soul
This is the cityscape
Of no limits; nothing pushes back
Within the cityscape
Suffocation as all turns to black
Sally out to fight
Slay the dragon who will rear his head
Returning home at night
Clung to worshipped ‘til the hero’s dead
Brought down by Nothing
That great ethereal widely gaping maw
Which swallows Everything
Left unguarded by a wayward heart
Beneath an ashen sky
The ruined city stretches on for miles
A funeral procession winds
Tearfully burying a man nobody knew
A small child breaks away
Running down the worn cobblestones
Reaching the river’s cliff
Eternal drop beneath a midnight sky
Leaping embrace the air
As it streams past wide-spread fingertips
A child dives to the void
Leaving ruined city far behind
Through the water’s looking glass
Through space and time and jaded listless minds
Drawing a new breath’s air
He’s left the ruined city far behind
This is the child of dreams
Heroes’ ward and savior of the world