I am a brave hero
Battling the armies of scales and fangs
The trumpeting brass
My knights of this empire
I am a brave hero
With a red cape
Like a symbolic flag on my shoulders
The aggressive strings
My sword strikes to victory
I am a brave hero
The steady, pounding percussion
My soldiers' roars and cries of delight
For their new king has risen
Chills tingle across my skin
As the climax reins in
And I kneel before the throne
The golden halo on my head sinking in
But I can't deny
That the weight of the crown
Feels too big
Nestled amongst my sweat-lined locks,
And my frail body
Too small
To fit into my armour
It lets me remember
That I am still small
And still crave my mother's
Warm embrace
Remember
That I still have
A tipping tower of textbooks
Pleading me to revise
For my lessons tomorrow
Remember
The roads I have not yet taken
And the dreams
I have yet to achieve
The battle has ended
And the music fades,
Ceasing into a
Bittersweet silence
Even though
My journey has ended
In this world
I've created
I am reminded
Of the pitter-patter
Dripping on the windowsill
And the cool gloss
Of the ebony table
Against my skin
Reminded
Of the taste of dewdrops
On my tongue
Infused
With the lingering sweetness
Of hot cocoa
Comforted by the
Warm light
Of the flickering candle
Breaking the darkness,
I am reminded
Of the things I have done
And the things I need to do
So even if it's
Just for a little while,
I would like to escape from reality
To the worlds I've created
From each beat
and note
If only to
Become a brave hero
So that I can
Find solace in myself
And ease my weary mind
