Prickly thorns conceal the dream
Heavily submerged in mystery and context
A stream sits silently waiting for the wind
Sylvan paths, like protestors to a cause, glean motivation

He frees a prisoner in his dream
The slave awakes to find a king
“You are the one from my dreams”
Born the hero from silent streams

Abound and abroad the steps of chivalry
A knife of woe a choice of villainy
Or the quick hand of poverty
To turn a man from thin to armory

A prisoner no more
Relinquished from the depths of solitude
A motivation spurs another along
He convenes the beginning of an end