The Fort Of Dreams

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There was once a boy,

Who wanted to protect a statue he held so dear,

Up in the clouds, where eagles dared not to soar.

For there were a great many of forces,

That wanted to disrupt its tranquility.

So he built himself a fort,

Where the statue could shelter in peace,

With all things comfortable and serene.

The breeze from the arctic machine,

Was the first to test the fort’s strength, 

Threatening to freeze the statue whole,

But with wand in hand, the boy dispels the machine's intensity.

Then came the ticking clock, 

Seeking to annoy with never-ending noise,

But with sword in hand, 

The boy silenced it by poking the switch that makes it tick.

Then came a beast, a furry little feline,

Howling and growling, for its morning meal,

But with a slingshot at his side, 

He flung the stones that frightened it away.

Then came a rogue, slick with her fingers, 

Eager to steal the jewels of the statue,

But with shield in hand, 

The boy blocked every attempt of her sleight of hand.

Then out of the sky, 

A light shines through the clouds.

Slowly the exterior of the statue begins to peel,

And the boy couldn’t believe his eyes, 

For the beauty that lay before him was so enchanting.

He hugged it tight, and says the most beautiful words,

A waking statue could hear,

“Good morning, mummy.”

Written by: Putera Ashraf