Telescopes can use mirrors to see by reflection of light, so dimly shining, past the frail ability of an unaided eye. But closely mark: the eyes that peer through the lens do not perceive themselves looking intently.
When the seams are poured in concrete, implicit danger lies therein: backs broken by o’er-walking feet and fiery flows melt, burn, and singe. This hardened rock-like molds with ease when in the playful mind a friend finds and grows to an immense realm Where dreams and fantasy have the helm.
Why must magic be left to myth–– Dragons, powers, and spirits’ kith–– While this life with wilder tales Rampant through this mystic world runs? Why hide behind such frail bastions When not a one but sight veils?
See the majestic king proudly survey All the vast expanse of his great empire, Free to roam and govern, to feast and play. Small and large alike genuflect before him. His sons and daughters run the lengths and depths, Heights and widths of his dominion again, This to become theirs in due course of time. Nights are spent sleeping near the royal harem. Should one contest his strength or claim his land, He will not hesitate to rise in might. Could you imagine one so foolhardy? Be so glad to be in his good graces. Robed and crowned in his victorious gold, Known and feared, loved and avoided, he reigns.