Crumbling Dreams

Crumbling dreams made of basalt stone,
All but memories of kingdoms throne.
Tombs dot fields from battles fought,
From dreams of glory with spoils sought.
 
Celtic winds lamenting earth bound soul,
Moaning the plight of dooms day toll.
Tattered colored flags wave behind,
As ghostly warriors form aligned.
 
Forever after fighting a war,
From distant lands across foreign shore
Fairy-tales, dragons, and warrior knight,
For honor, glory and the thrill of the fight.
 
History books don't write the story,
Of times past in search of glory.
But fabled knights with shiny armor steel,
Echoes of battles beyond surreal.
 
Of lands of riches untold
Where epic battles ne'er unfold
Romantic notions of times past,
Where dreams are lived but never last.