Dull, quiet, and dead,

Almost non-existant,

The life outside my head,

Of school, and chores, and tidying my room,

No dragons, or knights true,

No battles or quests,

Or magick on cue,

To fill idle days and sleepless nights,

It almost seems unreal,

That there could be no such thing as mages,

Dragons, knights, when they feel

Almost living inside my mind,

And so I must digress,

And I'll end the poem now,

But just quickly confess,

I left my heart with the dragons.