Only A Dreamer

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Only A Dreamer

Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #13

Such fine heroes bred I, each mighty and fine tuned
To the brutal rigours of an unfinished globe,
Each to the ventures of becoming I deployed,
My swooping eagles many victories did grab!

Then a whisperer came with strange augurs
And my decorated heroes all listless became;
Reason, my bright champion no more shines
For all his sophistry now blunt doth seem.

Passion, that ever sweet fruit of the heart
That issued across cycle of the seasons
Now has shrivelled, with bitterness fraught,
Like green hope in a desert swiftly lapses.

So have been defeated the captain of my faith,
The steward of hope and the scout of ambition;
All but one remains now for my mission of birth,
Not warrior or hero, only a dreamer of love uncommon.

Him I shall dispatch to Thy lounging chamber,
To sieze Thee for me with devotion’s flower.