Mirage

I breathe in the comfort of lush green meadows— a soothing balm to my aching resolve, with the mirth of people around reflected on the lake’s mirror. A hero on a pedestal set by hailed conquerors, the very subject of both legend and song. It was all I had stood for— and will continue to honor until my reign’s end. As I come face to face with the crystalline surface, there did I truly see a mortal with no power— yet serves as a pillar of ageless strength. Chasing the highs of my youth is my long-kept dream— for in that realm I have the means to surpass all that is known.

Beauty is an empty ornament. Kindness a mere facade.

I shake these thoughts off— the glaring manifestation of this world’s laws. The malevolent god who goads me into submission; injecting my spirit with bitter venom. The harsh light of divine judgment impose a stark reminder of what I once was. A transient soul flitting about; thrust into uncharted waters— made to fulfill a purpose greater than myself.

Courage is a lie they expect you to pin your hopes on.

I am merely a hummingbird in a gilded cage— dreaming too much, dreaming aloud with my stained glass heart and clipped wings. This room’s ceiling, adorned by pasted stars and a paper moon unveiled the grand curtains of existence. Thus, did I exhale with yearning— an end to my lakeside reverie. Be that as it may, I am still the owner of this tale I have spun.

True love shall stem from one’s self.

My own demons and dragons will be conquered— a testament of noble creed. As a knight to champion the cause, though the armor may not be spotless— it is steel all the same. Tempered by adversity, hardening my grit. Up until the sand in this hourglass stops, chivalry is alive— and lives in me.