Make Believe, by Amory McKeever

As I lay my head
on this feather fill
I've paid the price
for the unfulfilled
Gave charity
to the over-killed
and when it came
for blood to spill
I soaked it up
and drank my fill
A viking, a warrior
of unbridled will

As I wake
drape upon me the gown
Linens of the broken down
Guardian of the incomplete
Secretary of defeat
Outside the kingdoms of my dreams
I'm just a beggar in the street

As I fall away
to subconscious gears
that wind the clock
of imagined years
inspire a revolution
to unshackle my peers
and give them the strength
to face their fears
When they raise my banner
I can hear them cheer
A rebel, a hero
a worthy premier

But as I wake
place upon me the crown
Champion of a burning town
Master of an empty seat
Captain of a sunken fleet
Outside the kingdoms of my dreams
I'm just a beggar in the street