I walk within a world unknown yet mine,
A place where truth and fantasy entwine.
A thought, a spark, and suddenly it grows,
A land where time dissolves, yet still it flows.
The air is thick with whispers soft yet strong,
A chorus built of stories, breath, and song.
I feel them stir, their voices shape my fate,
A tale untold, yet still it lies innate.
The chaos sways in rhythm, fierce yet bright,
A storm that sings before it births the light.
Its echoes dance in patterns, sharp yet sweet,
A world where loss and victory both meet.
Yet I am more than just a fleeting guest,
For in this dream, I stand among the blessed.
A faceless crowd turns toward my waiting frame,
They call, they beckon, they have learned my name.
Upon the stage I rise, a blazing sun,
No fear, no doubt. The story has begun.
The light is mine, it bends to kiss my face,
As if it knows the splendor of this place.
I breathe, I speak, the words pour forth with grace,
A voice of fire, born to fill this space.
Each line a spell, each verse a fated key,
Unlocked within the halls of destiny.
But then
A sound,
A shriek,
A piercing chime!
The world is torn, it crumbles out of time.
The light is gone, the stage dissolves to air,
And I am left to wake in silence there.
The moment fled, yet echoes still remain,
A ghostly pulse that trembles in my vein.
I close my eyes, my heart still sings its tune.
Perhaps, in dreams, I’ll find my way back soon.
ImpChimp Art 