Silver Dreams

The sparkling of fine glass in a darkened room,
Floor covered with the crystalline tile.
Nothing but silent,
Nothing but still,
And nothing but the beauty of dreams...

And then he comes, as a silver feather travels by.
Without a sound as his eternal wings beat.
His golden hooves and horn shimmering.
The sparkle of his feathers glittering.

But he is nothing but a dream,
And he is all but just a dream...

~Ramza the Silverbolte