you braved the elements
fought mythical beasts
confronted strange gods
rescued princesses from prisons of penury
defended chivalry in the name of some forgotten One
and this is all you get?
a ruined body and yapping little dogs?
the pathetic screws of more pathetic bureaucrats?
shrews and harpies where goddesses once posed?
all that honor wasted on an empty sky?
poor poor little warrior
your mythology is spread across the ceiling
a panorama of some absurd paradise
only a child could endorse...
I won't ask you what you'll do now
it'll take your whole life to fix this
and even then you'll catch an occasional glimpse
of the fleece hanging in its tree
and wonder if it is golden and forlorn
or just the rotting carcass of every dream
you could not live up to...
every quest reduced to a mere ramble...
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