Somewhere, there is a faraway place,
With trees, and fire, and snow.
With oceans deep and mountains steep,
And with endless places to go.
Follow the path of emerald leaves,
And sit on a sunlit throne,
Bask in the might of everlasting light
And then fly away back to your home.
Be the golden warrior, heroic and brave,
Fighting the villains of hell.
Or be a great leader just, and do as you must,
To strike evil and mark where it fell.
The faraway place is always there,
Immune to the dust of time.
Ruled over by the knell of an obsidian bell,
Who beckons renegades with the wings of its chime.
-Scarlett Roberts, 2013
