Sitting in the field of dreams
I waited for my friends to appear
one by one they did rise
there right out of the ground

They spout like daisies on a summers morn
and from white to black they do adorn
they are my subjects and I am their wizard
shielding their reptilian hide from all weathers

Here we congregate
sometimes regorgertate
our prime directives
and all our creature fates

Do we need to care
well just let me say
whatever you do
don't let your dreams run away

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris