Yes, I confess. My imagination is running wild. I am currently writing a novel about a troll, a child, and a Bible. Besides, my son and I are often found in various realms and magical places. Here’s a bit of where we’ve been.
The goblin horde before us came
with rusted steel and jagged fang
to slay the breath our children breathe,
to slay the songs to them we sing
about the swords of yesterday
that swung before each charging foe.
With gleaming steel, and iron pride,
men gave their lives, both breath and bone.
And on this day, new heroes born
will bleed the blood of days before;
freedom’s glow will not be dimmed,
so today, we march to war.