Aching for something you can not feel
Your heart is bound in chains and steal.
A delicate thing must not be knocked
So life has taught you to keep it locked.
Forgetting your treasure, you learnt to be
And in the midst of self, you lost the key.
Searching frantically, looking for it near
For truly it must have always been here?
You think, “Perhaps my knight stole it away.”
But the seasons wither, and the years decay.
So dies your hope, your belief in fate
And doubt replaces them, the longer you wait.
You think, “Perhaps there never was a key.
Perhaps such fortunes are not for me.”
True, not everyone will have the chance
To set fires ablaze, and watch gold dance.
“But the stories, the elders, it was foretold!”
You scream to the sky, as you fill your stronghold.
You fill it with the plunders that have defined you
And collapse, breathless, amongst a glittering view.
Looking beyond the silk of your local nebula
You feel the magic drain, your treasures sec