A man in a dark tower
Too lost at sea to be real.
But real enough to not be forgotten entirely.
Almost human.
Almost whole.
Almost free.
A creature of sense and substance
Rather than duty and servitude.
We are a world apart.
We seem designed to be that way.
And comfort in the thought of fairy tale.
Once upon a time
A black eyed girl in the east
Saw a light in the west
And set out on a journey
To rescue the green eyed prince
Who tends that fire so far away
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