Under dying embers of twilight,

I face the sands of time.

Reading from yellowed parchment,

caressed by endless rhyme.

I’m standing in a world unknown,

a spell has sent me here.

I grew up in this very place…

the spell corrupted years.

I stand before a battle,

of warriors and their swords.

Knights in shining armor,

princes and their lords.

I love this place because it’s real,

because I am real too.

A place where freedom really soars;

a place I can be true.

Through slashing swords a warrior calls,

a vict’ry has been won.

A battle fought through raging day,

is now all fought and done.

I wish to stay among these lands,

I wish to stray ahead;

but well you know… I cannot so…

I wake in lonely bed.