A fairy dragon
no larger than a flower
shimmers in the glow
from soft yellow candlelight
on a desk cluttered with scrolls,
as an old wizard
mutters some arcane phrases
and draws intricate
designs with enchanted ink
on ivory-hued parchment.
Suddenly, the ink
vanishes, and the wizard
turns to glare sternly
at his familiar, who grins,
displaying gleaming white fangs.
The ink well appears
unharmed in its position
as the wizard scowls,
for his companion has just
gotten the better of him.
I believe there's a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. -- Aunt May, Spider-Man 2
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