Unsung

Amid a thousand oceans

Each a million miles wide,

In a world of fire and darkness

Wherein countless billions died,

A world of steel and angels

Where dragons fill the sky

There lives alone amidst the trees

One totally normal guy.

And as the forests rise into

The universe above

And about him rages endless war,

Between hatred and love,

Surrounded by heroic few

Defenders of what’s right

He lies back on his sofa bed

And tells himself “Good night.”

Saints are slain and martyrs made,

The underworld calls those

Whom destiny has newly bade

To be those whom death chose

Mountains crumble feebly

And utopias collide

And that single lonely sofa man

Just mumbles, “Hey, I tried.”

And though he never earned a place

Among the Gods or Lords of Deep

He ate a balanced diet

And always got a good night’s sleep.