Something More

by ianblackpoet

I was told of something more

Of ancient, epic lands

Destiny of sword and shield

Of castles steeped in sand

I have dreamt of fated quests

Of dark engaging light

And in dreams of what is not

Have found my place to fight

I have stood with bow in hand

And charged across the mud

I have seen an empire fall

By my own spilling blood

I have stood in victory

And heard the world proclaim,

Light prevailing by my hand,

The echo of my name



As I wake without acclaim

No hero, like before

I ask myself a question,

Is there really nothing more?