An Opportune Moment

As I walk to the coffee wifi place, I dreaming away, first there was this cloud of dust giving reasons to sway. The white light underneath the cloud, or in it, ragging a furious battle by men yelling quite a bit. The clouds are gone, and memories reveal a battlefield, observing the pain from blood at swords and shield. Being the knower of a keener steel, timeless observation, inherit keen. The dance of swords has its prophesying catch, for foes to be hemmed to the battles edge. The tension changed on the field, many creep away, making this victory sealed. The king son wounded but in good spirit, step’s forward to take the lead. The kingdom is saved, and my favorite table is free, the lady brings a coffee with a heart foaming, just for me.