A Dream Out of Reach

On the field of glory, his armor bright,
the knight sat his white steed ready to ride.
He extended his hand, asked if Sarn might:
“Ride for truth. Ride for one and for all. Ride
for justice and peace. Ride out now with me.”
The sun gilded the knight, made him too bright.
He shined with all Sarn had wanted to be.
Take that hand and his life would be so right…
A tug on his pant leg, a whispered word,
“Papa,” interrupted the dream, breaking
the dream on his son‘s face, that had captured
Sarn’s heart at birth and held it while sleeping.
Sarn cast those boyhood dreams of heroes out
but hearts make some wishes that won’t die out.
~ ~ ~

This is a poetic rendering of a scene that breaks my heart in the first book of the Curse Breaker Saga. This scene will be in a forthcoming book but you can read more about Sarn here.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Your Reach.”