When I was younger,
Not of dolls, or teaparties,
but of dragons and fairies.
Wistfully, my body has changed.
I grew and aged,
but the dreams of my childhood
My old friends still talk to me
in the darkness of the night.
What happened to those times when laughter came so easily?
I don’t have it much anymore.
It doesn’t come from deep within.
not like it used to.
I feel it has been the roads which I’ve chosen.
Those byways of connections,
Loves which were lost,
Memories not made,
Times which should be forgotten.
An emotion which is so difficult to erase.
A heart which refuses to mend.
A soul which can’t find that laughter,
not like it used to know.
Back when this woman wore pig tails,
carefree, wild, untamed.
Running through the saw grass.
Life opened its burden,
plunged it deep within,
budded its flawed flower,
shrugged its shoulders unsparingly.
Where is this laughter?
It is torn,
Life consumed it all.
The cry is heard, upon the ramparts.
Ships on the horizon!!
Hurry men, gather weapons.
the enemy’s wind is behind them.
Should we fall, we fall with honor,
for our hearts are brave and true.
The King has mustered all his kingdom
and set upon it his fire for life.
Should we fall, we fail ourselves.
Tis time to test our resolve
as dragons soar the sky, and
goblins set the cannons.
Should we fall, we fall tonight
for tomorrow’s dawn sees only the victor.