Reality Check

Reality Check

Diamond-scaled dragons soared through my mind.
I was an 8-year old knight who left none behind
as I vanquished villains with a blink of the eye.
And rescued fair maidens at the sound of a cry.
None stood against the good knight that was I.

I brandished a sword made of glistening gold.
The gleam made it quite a great sight to behold.
I traveled with friends with the purest of hearts.
Selurry, Melsurry, and Langelabarts.
We couldn't be slain with my fabulous smarts.

One day I woke up to the smell of gray smoke.
Heat like dragon breath – you can't help but choke.
My apartment was ablaze as I hurried down
to the streets filled with turmoil and desperate sound.
I was to answer my call and stick around.

But the evil people, they pulled me away
unaware that it was I who could help save the day.
I screamed “I can help!”, that's what I said.
All would be fine, unless I fled.
Among the chaos, none would be dead.

Then a person flew out of the top-most floor
There was a sickening crack that went through my core.
His bones were now shattered like my will was now crushed
as bloody as my lost hopes and dreams, now desolate and smushed
What's today a broken wasteland was once quite lush.

Sitting before me are broken lies
as the realistic truth flashes through my mind.
I left my imagination where it rightfully lay.
All of them wanted me to do quite well that day.
… But I sniffled, stuttered, and fell away.