Fields of Fiction
I frolic in the fields of fiction,
Since the real world isn't my ideal depiction.
Sweep me away to a far off land,
Let me embrace an elf maidens shimmering hand.
Have dragons fall before my sword,
Make armies bow before my horde.
Allow me to chase down my shadow to the end of the earth,
So I can know what I am truly worth.
May I gain my wizards staff,
Where I will conjure up whimsical spells so all can laugh.
Watch me run my finger down my axe,
Making those who oppose me know it is no time to relax.
Gandalf and I can puff some smoke,
In the midst of festive hobbit folk.
I want to soar on the wings of an eagle,
That way I wouldn't have to be guided by Smeagol.
Move me at the speed of light,
Embracing distant love will now be an easy plight.
Give me a boat to travel the mighty sea,
Don't have the captain be bound by a hefty fee.
Me and a dwarf can have a drink,
As I give the nearby pretty ladies a welcoming wink.
While I'm crossing a bridge I can meet a troll,
Eluding his trickery I will retain my soul.
All these things and more I wish could take place,
However it is realities limitations that I must face.
Thankfully I am blessed with an imaginative mind,
So the realm of fantasy isn't too hard to find.
Copyright © David Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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