and so it ended.
what was once the dragon
now frozen in place as a mountain.
its wings spread but incapable of flight.
its fangs bared but what could a statue bite?
its jaws locked in place, letting out a mighty roar;
a fearsome, inaudible roar.
nothing but a relic of the past.
commoners, they waddle along with their common lives;
tending to crops, feeding livestock and counting sheep.
they traverse the valley of yesteryear’s wars,
unaware of the past, unconcerned for the future.
lying on their backs,
watching the mountains from their wagons,
they were full of laughter and with reckless abandon;
blind to the underlying strife, deaf to the calls for caution.
life was peaceful, life was hopeful.
optimism absent from years gone by
was flowing freely and spiritedly in the air.
reality was good.
but what if…
just what if, this was the dream and reality was chaos?
could another war be on the horizon?
is this peace merely an ephemeral illusion?
how long til the dragon thaws and the villages once again burn?
perhaps these thoughts were always on their minds,
but on the surface no one cared;
they were content.
ignorance is bliss.