Chaos
By a stroke of pen
An engineering plan
Or the whims of chance
Matter and time emerge
And dragons, in the expanse
...
From a world of haze
Nebula concentrate and fade
Until they storm and spree
Foaming into large seas
Crystallizing in lands agone
All ebb and flow from dragons
...
Nurtured in the mist of dreams
With each choice they pave their way
They navigate the tumultuous streams
And their actions are remembered in song
Confronting the grandeur of dragons
In whichever side of the foray
...
Some are given statues
Some are lost in the seas
In every step they are free
And their journey is true
Their hearts believe
To venatore is truly to live!
Excerpt from "The World Flows" by Ludwig van Hisaishi
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