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Dreams Are Near
Upon the sun-warmed rock they lay, Two rulers of the golden day. The lion’s mane, a tangle bold, The lioness, serene, controlled. Their kingdom vast, yet dreams are near, The grasslands hush so they can hear Each other’s breath, a gentle song, Two rumbling snores, low, deep, and strong. The sky turns soft, the shadows… →
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The Little Guard
He stands on the rug where the battles are fought, A plastic fort built from a child’s thought. With helmet askew and a rifle held tight, He guards the keep through the day and the night. The walls are bright white, the gate doesn’t close, But he keeps his watch as if facing real foes.… →
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The Shining Blade
Hear, ye halls, this tale of old, Of shining steel and courage bold; When dragons woke and darkness spread, A paladin rose where angels tread. With helm agleam and banner high, He swore no evil would slip by. Through dungeons deep, through caverns grim, The light of heaven burned through him. “Stand fast!” he cried,… →
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Currents Run Wide
Deep in the sea where the currents run wide, Ollie the Octopus drifted with pride. Eight arms like banners, he twirled in the blue, Dreaming of battles with foes he’d subdue. But one icy morning, from galaxies far, There roared a machine like a cold shooting star. A Snowspeeder swooped with its harpoons and might,… →
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Quack and Splat
Donald Duck put on a hat, It wobbled this way, quack! and splat! His feather flopped across his nose, He sneezed so loud it shook his clothes! He grabbed a sword (a little bent), And off to guard the king he went. But trip—ker-plop!—he tumbled down, Right in the middle of the town. Still Donald… →
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When Carpet Was Sand
In corduroy trousers and scuffed-up shoes, A boy on the carpet, lost in his muse. Sunlight streams through the net-curtained pane, As battle begins on the living room plain. His fingers grip the plastic frame, Of Action Man, proud with a soldier’s name. Eagle eyes that never blink, A scarred cheek drawn with a crimson… →
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You Shall Not Pass!
By shadow crowned and fire shod, it came— An ancient terror, born of flame. In halls where dwarves once carved the stone, A deeper evil made its throne. Beneath the peaks of Caradhras’ crown, In Khazad-dûm, now fallen down, It slumbered long in darkened tomb, A wrathful wraith in timeless gloom. But greed unearthed what… →
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In Attic Dust
In attic dust they stand in rows, Small sentries forged in silent pose, With paint chipped coats and stoic eyes, Still loyal through the years gone by. Their muskets fixed, their helmets bright, They once knew charge and brave, bold fight, Across the floor they marched in file, Commanded by a child’s bright smile. No… →
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Lost on Hoth
White winds howl, a frozen tide, Through icy plains so vast and wide. A snowspeeder, scarred and torn, Drifts where only ghosts are born. Engines sputter, power drained, Frost creeps in, the hull is strained. A lone pilot, trapped, unseen, Swallowed by the world of gleam. Comms are silent, hope is thin, Echo Base grows… →