A Plea to Falkor the Luck Dragon
Like the Childlike Empress, I have fallen ill
Parts of my rich Fantasia are winking out
A land once lush and dense with imagining
Replaced with darkness unknown
Unseen – I travel within to find an answer.
But all the while I am being chased
Big black beast – thrives – follows me through
The G’mork – messenger for The Nothing
Helping to eat away the world – with sweet words
Wolf concealed by sheep’s skin
Convinces me there is no hope
Conspires to stop me before I find a cure.
In The Swamps of Sadness I cannot get any farther
I only have to believe in myself
The power of the swamp rendered useless
But the hero Atreyu and his horse Artax are both missing
Their loss is mine
I have no one to carry me out
No friend to see me through
And not even the ancient turtle Morla can give me wisdom.
The Auryn slips from around my neck – plunging beneath the silky black waters
And though I search frantically
I am unable to retrieve the will to go on
My inner Fantasia slowly succumbs to the decay – sleep is restless and without dreams
Without them I will be lost
And I begin to sink beneath the Swamps of Sadness.
Looking into the night sky I pray to see the slow swim of white lightning
Undulating ever lower
He will come to save me just like he did for Atreyu in adventures past
At the last second will whisk me into the air
Far from the G’Mork’s reach
Take me to a place where I might heal.
But I haven’t seen him yet
And I know - The Nothing approaches.