I dreamt a world of countless stars,

Of ancient beauty true.

Where heroes live and dragon fly,

and honor held virtue.

I stood upon a cliff and stared at all that I could see,

At oceans deep and forest wide, and creatures new to me.

Upon its hills, across its fields,

I wandered night and day.

I met it’s folk, I made dear friends,

I wished that I could stay.

Too soon I woke, to the dark,

Lying in my room.

And in that night I made a plan,

I knew what I must do.

For though my dream was false, just a fantasy.

It held a truth both old and strong and which meant the world to me.

With honor strong, and virtue bright,

A hero I could be.

And if I held against all plights,

A better world I’d see.