luceos

Can you fathom a place of myth, where the rules of nature be lithe? Where heroes are born and legends survive, and you could be granted your choice of life? Where dragons are pets, to pet their pelts, to scale their scales and feel their flights? Whores are queens and heirs just boys, war is peace and tears just moist? Unto this day I believed it a mirage; an image as portal for the fears of men. Yes I was blind. For now I can see, that place is real, for I found its key.

Why are plain shark and goldfish different, yet not on our dish? When scales and fins tell us so that they both as fishes go. So to tell you the truth about men, like only the mind of a human can; to differ was our God's wish, but Men is Men, just like fish.

Can you imagine a world of old from which now our stories are told? It seems new legends can only be seen, when you find your actions in low esteem. Can't we just be happy to walk, for God, who thought to be most sly, gave justly the gift as to fly only to birds such as the hawk. Why wish to touch diamonds in the sky or wish for what's beyond our reach? All we need you always find nearby; is it that hard yourself to teach? While I find my behaviour a shame, so to this you might at least agree, from its craddle a legend crawls free to preach wisdom in reason's name.