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Growing
Under a high and mighty fire
I drew circles in the sand,
Scribing the doom of fell empires
And stalwart defenders
In apocalyptic cavalcade.
Those hours held nothing
But the light of my mind,
And I heard nothing else
While my empires grew.
Yet today I have no time;
None for castles, devil hordes
And dark lords potent in battle,
None for the untrembling hero
Rising to the surface in a flood
Of destruction and bringing an end.
But somehow with my mind unhappy
I say that this must be better after all;
Somehow nothing remains
And I am vaguely satisfied.
