Little Velveteen Knight
Infants like phantoms,
denied and suspected,
their existence discovered
always when least expected.
Prepared for the day, the knight,
he just cannot keep the perfect mask in its place, when he is falling asleep.
Faces slacken in slumber,
each rigid muscle relaxes,
comes to the surface.
From the deepest darkness,
some unnameable place, of the tower inverted, forms a different face
Climbing upwards with effort,
to see through the eyes...- windows to the soul notion, they just starring inside.
And while the outside beholder sees the face of a child, the fearful and helpless infant turns to a wild beast inside:
Becomes the architect of the most terrible dreams and puts a crue fear of death into our hero's sleep...
This child is a dragon, who you must strive to kill, though it defeated you once ... and, yes, it always will!
Oh, little velveteen knight
and heroes of all kinds, endeavour to slay the dragon... (... and yourselves when you try)! Yes, this monster's immortal ... and your fight is in vain,
it only will last forever,
some monsters just cannot be slain.
This infant's beast ..., and the dragon's its guardian, protecting his child, so that no-one can harm it, their most gruesome shape puts the fear of death into our supposed
(but velveteen hero)
Yet, you must get me right:
there is no choice for the child,
(there is no choise for the child, no choise)
its intentions are good and always upright.
Tell me (tell me), why do you from?(why do you from?)
Do you bear questions ... or doubt?
Have you not recognised?
(have you not recognized?, not recognized?)
that both, dragon and child,
are in fact more than kin...
(are infact more that kin, more than kin)
- they represent the same thing!
And all our characters that you will see or seem
are merely part of the dreamer ...
and therefore the dream.