When we were young kids
We read enchanting tales
Of dragons and sorcery
And women in vales
Legendary stories of war
With evil tyrants and kings
Never quite knowing
What the upcoming battle would bring
But what if these stories
Were actually real
With thieves looking for treasures
They could loot and steal
What if there gigantic dragons
Who roamed the endless sky
And brave warriors who kept fighting
Waiting for their turn to die
Towering castles overlooking the valleys
The roaming hills and the lands
With wizards who could casts spells
With the simple wave of a hand
Knights who lived by the sword
And believed in honor and virtue
Princesses who were beautiful
And their innocence true
Sorceresses whose laugh
Could chill through the bones
Noble ones who ruled mercifully
From up upon their throne
Worlds and caverns with magnificence
That is utterly untold
And god like powers
You wish to grasp and hold
Beings that posses a wisdom
That surpass the greatest bounds
And creatures whose songs
Make soft whimsical sounds
You may think these are just stories
And simply nothing more
But in reality my friend
This goes further than ancient folk-lore
The places, the people and beasts
Are as real as you or I
And as long as we have our imaginations
They will never really die
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