Ace of Swords

In the vast land of my imagination, I can walk on air while time stands still;
Tittering between reality and fantasy; I can soar without wings;
Do not bind me with doomsday prophecies;
Do not pretend to be my One-Eyed God;
I cannot bear the yoke around my neck anymore than you can bear the bitterness in your heart;

The beast was here all along…