Look yonder! do you see?
A floating mountain in the sky, specked with willow trees?
Flocked by graceful dolphin-birds soaring through the sea?
Trailing Mediterranean castle of an exotic king and queen?
Such antique beauty! such high splendor!
But yet is more to be.
Come with me! witness this:
The castle folds to spaceship, maze of machinery?
The queen gives garbled order, to blast beyond the Milky Way!
Spiraling through a sea of stars, searching for new galaxies…
How wonderful! how awesome
To unlock infinite possibility.
Look behind! here they come:
Inimical forces arrive to halt our progress,
But, with prince piloting mechs, there’s no need for distress!
With a blinding tractor beam, he blasts them to a mess!
What thrills! what chills!
Who on Earth could settle for less?
Say now…what’s this?
At the end of epic journey, we find no great treasure.
This outcome is confusing and affords us little pleasure.
Rather, the characters’ psyches we are made to measure.
Where’s the climax? is this the end?
Of what definite story are we sure?
Hold your horses! sheathe your swords!
Whatever remained of our budget, the producers carelessly cut.
With no sufficient funds to speak of, our show is in a rut.
Yet still we will draw, dare not leave you wondering, “What?”
Unsatisfied? disquieted?
Patience: a reboot soon abut.
Morning's Early Dark 