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Dreamscape

he never thought it strange
that he could venture
into other worlds
and be a King
a dragon
or a flower
any time he wanted

it never once seemed odd to him
when he’d awaken
in his austere room
bloodied from the duel in his dream

dreams dreams dreams

they’re real
he’d claim in wonder
it’s just a phase
they’d say
and it will pass
once you become
a sensible adult

but never did he stop
believing in his dreams
and finally he chose
his own predestined path —
to roam around the dreamscape
looking for the worlds
which burned with magic power
making time collapse
making space invert
causing his imagination to run wild

and soon the so-called phase
became eternity
the dreaming — his existence
sans reality


Inspired by the Daily Post prompt

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