They told stories by the bedside and legends around the fire.
A thousand eyes lit up with awe and wonder
The possibilities danced in the air, unbound by imagination
In the sun, they ran and charged, fighting evil and doing good
All in our name as they took on the mantle
They ran to the dark, challenging, fighting you
Until it was time to be called back in
Still, as they slept, their adventures continued
As they kept the land safe and fed in to our nature.
But time would pass and the stories grew stale
No more would they play out our victories
No more would they run to the dark
Now they watch it nervously, all innocence and belief gone
The warriors of good, all banished to the past
Figments of an overactive childhood
But now the stories turn dark in their minds
As the real world encroaches on theirs
Monsters lurk in all the shadows, and they keep well away.
All courage buried beneath the tales that feed into your strength
We would fight, if we could, yet the power has all but gone
As our stories pass into childhood memory, we become like ghosts
No longer do they believe in us, they now believe in you
We watch over them and hope and pray the next generation hold their nerve
If they give enough hope and believe strongly enough
Then we can run to the dark,
At you,
For them
This was written in response to Putting My Feet In The DIrt’s may writing prompt #6 https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/05/01/may-writing-prompts-3/
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