Fantasy

I fantasied so many times of winning

The game of games, the game of life, day and night

Turned to the heavens, hands outstretched, pleading

Warlock of earth, waeving spells, casting signs

I'm but a drop in the seas of time

Wasted away as the years go by

As I grew older, I learned to love what I never liked

Sensing power, people feared and shunned my sight

Fearing themselves, they saw in me reflections

An age they'd known, a soul they sold, fading light

I'm but a grain of dust in the sand

Blown by the winds into forests, onto lands