A ghostly bridge built from strands of hope spans into the fog from complacency’s deadly slope. To the land of dreams the brave cross, either way something’s got to be found or lost. Be your own prisoner made, or take the chance for which many have prayed. Who endures the test alone, by the name of love within, to only him will its treasures be shown. The time has come when just the chance to go through is the worst thing to lose. Still the dread of failure reigns, and familiar things seem easier to tame. When every spark of hope seems vain, despite unmeasured odds the selfless pass through. Out on the plains of war of those brave lands there stands a knight who bears the name of anyman. Inside of commonplace and well-known forms, an ancient force appeared and these decrees were born: “Thou take this royal seal, and with the signal from my sage, journey on through the dragon’s realm together with the riders of the age. There find your freedom from all mortal limits drawn, inside the living sea of images each life within reacts thereupon”. Though the road ahead is uncertain, still he knows he must rise and face the call from the throne of the mighty king. ‘Till then he rests the night, but there is sadness in her eyes. In her heart she knows that he’ll be gone with the coming of the sunrise. In armor of gold, as the legend is told, they had waited for the sign, and with the break of the dawn they rode.

They had braved the vast unknown and the seal they had defended. They had battled through the dragon’s realm ‘till its
evil reign they ended and the kingdom freed. Now, with banners high, they rode home in glory. All along the village streets
the people lined their way, “What brave men!” they’d say. All across the countryside all told their story, how the men in
gold had at last returned to fight another day, and that they would never be called again to war they prayed.
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In the night came the roar of the sentry’s yell, “We’re under siege from the wrath of the beast from hell!”
Out from the past by a bridge of magic force unknown, upon it never is compassion or forgiveness shown.
Out went the call for the royal knights of gold, but no one knew how long the dragon’s fury they could hold.
With the fastest and bravest rider known the message was sent to reach the king’s throne: “Oh glorious ruler,
we trust you’ll find a way to save us”.
“Can you hear us, can you see our tears and pain? Don’t you remember our dreams of yesterday,
or is it too late? Is this the final price we’ll pay?”
There rode the mighty king with his sword of redemption. He thrust it through the bridge’s base with the savage beast upon.
The people watched as the single blow had set its end in motion, and down through the depths it fell,
and both bridge and dragon were forever gone.

Towards tomorrow there are many bridges leading every way, but when you’re there you’ll find no bridge to yesterday.