Hello little ones of body and soul. You seem suppressed to be called that considering some of you are very old For you see when you were little I have existed for years untold You have never meet me when you have walked upon both feet For to find me you must be very much asleep
My residence is sometimes a mansion built strong with stone Or sometimes it is box that is very much torn I am always with you whether in the warm or the cold Because to me you are special until the day you are nevermore
We all dream of fame We all dream of glory But what of those who only dream is to hear a story? Those are the few who truly deserve to hear my tale in all its glory
The story with which I wish to tell is one that I know very well For it is the very first dream of which I ever did dwell Most surprising of all is that this story starts at a well When one of the first of your kind sat down for a spell
This man looked into the well dishevel and cold Wondering if this was to be his life until he was very old But the fate of this man was anything but foretold The well held a reflection of the stars above in the sky Such pretty things even though they are so very high
The man looked at the well with a heart full of sorrow Wondering if there would every be a time where there are no tomorrows And soon, a dream would follow He rested his weary head by the well Thinking of nothing more which to dwell
What this man didn't know is that this well had a mind of its own And it gave him a dream that took him far from anything he might call home It took him to a place where he was alone The man opened his eyes and before him was a most magical of all sights The earth, from outer space glowing in a radiant light
The man was astounded this was quite bizarre There was no way in a hundred lifetimes he could ever come this far. To which a voice asked, where exactly do you think you are? The man was stunned by this voice which had no face He cried out asking how did I get to this place?
This place which you find yourself now Is a place that can never be touched by horse nor plow For this is a place far away from the here and now The man cried out, why have you brought me to this place? Quite simple, said the voice without a face, to show you the destiny of the human race
Watch the earth now, for you see it unchanged But watch what happens when the ideals of men narrow their range As the words were spoken the earth did change Into something that was quite deranged The sky turned black The sea turned yellow Then without warning the entire world began to tremble
Red started appear on the surface causing the man much fear Because of how evident the end was near And with a thunderous roar The pillars of fire did soar Until the earth was nevermore
The man was surprised to see a tear had formed on his face For while not the most social he did not wish for the end of his race He shouted to the darkness to the voice with no face and pleaded his case Voice with no face here my call What can I do to stop this all?
The voice was silent for a very long time And then it spoke again directly into the man's mind The events you have just seen Is what the future will bring If man is allowed to foster his hate
This is a future without hope A future without dreams Where everything is exactly how it seems If nothing is done creativity will be shunned In hopes of a more profitable path
The man sighed and replied, this future can not come to pass But as a man I can not last How can I change the future from the past? The stars in the sky did then fly and make haste Until finally the voice now had a face.
The face made of stars looked tired and worn Even the brightness of the stars couldn't hide how he looked battered and torn Much like a man who had just walked through a storm The well by which you lay Is a most extraordinary place to stay
The well is magical much like the earth when it was young And it will allow you to change that which mankind hasn't yet done But it will come at a price for to change the future your past and present must be undone The man replied with a heavy heart, but how will I know what to do? That, said the voice made of stars, is for you to choose.
As suddenly as the dream began is was gone And the man awoke under pale opposite of the sun As he paced in the moonlight thinking of what had to be done He dwelled on the vision he'd seen And the price he would have to pay to wipe the future clean
But what could he do to save all that is true He couldn't leave it to chance of that he knew Then he had the inspiration of what he needed to do He walked to the well With purpose and grace and determination on his face
The well throbbed with power like a relic of old Eager to give one last wish and do as its told So that it may help one with a wish so bold I can't change the world as a person so I shall watch them in their dreams I will make sure that their minds flow free
With the wish spoken the well turned a shade of gold Beckoning the man who was destined to never grow old To which the man fell into its fold The man gave his life to watch over your dreams Which even I admit is as strange as it seems
But as I faded away from the mortal toil I was given this new task of which I never spoil So that the world will never boil For as long as people dream your imaginations will soar And you will never be bored.
But the reason I shared the tale of how I came to be Is that I wanted you all to see how important you are to me And how important it is for your imagination to be free Ah but the hour grows early And I must return you most hurriedly
So with the end of my story And with the coming of morning I must bid you a fond adieu But have no fear for I'll always be here Whenever your dreams take flight
Hello everyone I must admit this is a bit strange for me for I have lurked on deviant for a while but only recently summed up the courage to post one of my stories. I do love to write and I welcome all critique, so please let me know what you think.
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