Under a high and mighty fire

I drew circles in the sand,

Scribing the doom of fell empires

And stalwart defenders

In apocalyptic cavalcade.

Those hours held nothing

But the light of my mind,

And I heard nothing else

While my empires grew.

Yet today I have no time;

None for castles, devil hordes

And dark lords potent in battle,

None for the untrembling hero

Rising to the surface in a flood

Of destruction and bringing an end.

But somehow with my mind unhappy

I say that this must be better after all;

Somehow nothing remains

And I am vaguely satisfied.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dunno why I wrote this, but I feel like it's a lot of what I'm about :/

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