15 July 2012
(I had to type this twice because Opuss swallowed it the first time, so I damn well deserve to take it as a twofer.)
Again, he sits by the window on another cloud scudded night Watching the shadows fly over the hills under the eerie moonlight.
And even though his castle's secure, his people safe and well fed, He often prefers this lonely perch to the dreams that haunt his bed.
He hopes against hope to see something that he himself has erased. The world now may be safer, but mystery has been displaced.
All that he wanted, he's gotten. He has nothing left to achieve. The object of everyone's envy, but for his past he now grieves.
The years of struggle and searching that seemed like they never would end Have built an insatiable hunger, left wounds that never will mend.
The journey or destination? In the end, which matters most? He once set off to slay dragons; succeeding, an era has closed.
The cold, stone sill chills his arm as he peers through the window to see A past that is never returning, a future that never will be.
No More Dragons • Opuss № I