A dreamer.

A dreamer who lived
Who loved
Every single dream
Of his realm
Smaller ones built
On banks of green
Bigger ones flowing
Covering all that seem
He lived there
In those castles he created
In those imaginary caves
And non existent happiness.
When everyone was happy
And nothing but happy.

Then came a dark day
And he did see it coming
He saw the cracks
Running across his dream
And slowly it did happen
Till that one day
When he last saw hope
A flower untouched.
For it was the first
And now the last
To be consumed...
It died
So did he.

Amid that dead dream
Lay a flower
In whose name
Once lived a lover...