By Wes Hague

The night is silent calm and cold
As vast starry skies unfold
Millions of stories yet untold
In this Galaxy I behold

Few could know what could exist
Beyond the stars, and shiny mist.
What wondrous stories could be told
Of Heroes, and Warrior long old.

A wandering mind, a beautiful land
Majestic Towers, and golden sand.
Evil deeds, and darkened plots
Turmoil, do some oft sought

A clash of weapons, the clang of war
Heroes endless battles lore
Yet it all fades, and goes away
As I return to Earth, for yet another day.