Fantasy, that has the remembrance of childhood.
Musty and dim used bookstore, fantasy epics with Michael Whelan covers.
Tales of princesses and faithful knights, and the bittersweet quests.
Dragons and demons could be vanquished forever by faith.
The Grail made us whole again, and immortal in Eden.
It seems so long ago, as the world falls, as dragons swallow the sun.
Hoping for a quest, hoping for a princess’s love, seems foolish.
Will we sip from The Grail, will the dragon fall away, is the war eternal.
A quest to the north, to the wild places, and what remains of grace there.
Hand in hand, we’ll fight or be slain, lost or regained.