Sometimes I dream of the strangest things.
Of swords and quests set by the kings.
Sometimes of reality and sometimes not.
Of slavery, of racism, the wars we fought.
But just because I dream, doesn't make them real.
Like the castles with night in armor of steel.
But the real things, like the fallen towers,
Make people believe in different powers.
Some are good, and some are bad.
But we'll never see things like we always have.
Nothing here will be the same since we went to war.
Everything here has changed, like what we're fighting for.
But when I go to sleep at night,
I am a princess going off to fight,
The bad guys, the robbers and other things.
Then I go sit by my father, the king.
