I dreamt about steel gauntlets, royalty,
& long capes that trailed along floors
followed by a dustball retinue.
Far off in the distance cannons roared
bombarding embankments, dropping
into medieval Maginot lines, disturbing
complacent slumber with violent shudders.
Outside my window, kestrels preyed on rodents
fishmongers sang as they filleted the daily catch
children played tag in rutted, muddy streets, all
welcomed idle time’s counterfeit change of pace.
Above reproach or walking on eggshells,
I drifted back to kip, wandered regal hallways
searched for quests needing a champion,
awoke to pillow drool shaped like a dragon.