Heart of The World

In the land of the shadows, there lived a man. Flying like an eagle, Soaring to the sun Like the flying Icarus, He went higher and higher. Something caught his eye, and he took a dive. A glitter of blue, a sparkle of red; it was a gem as large as dragon’s egg. Once down, he reached out to touch it, only to wake up and find he had dreamed it. The gem was in his mind, he needed to find it; the gem was for read, he needed to find it. He remembered the dream, It wasn’t so clear. He had seen a mine. Of that he was sure. He searched for the mines, and was guided to the dwarfs. Dwarfs were easy to find, but stubborn of the mind. With hearts that love stone, great treasures they hoard. The dwarfs were suspicious; they questioned him of his goodness. Telling them about his dream, He described the One Gem. He knew it was real, but it wasn’t, or so he was told. No gem is both blue and red, It was a dream, the dwarfs said. But and old dwarf told the man, the rainbow color stone was their star-gem. The gem of power, it made the laws, once he saw it, he knew what it was. It was the heart of the world. It was part of them all. It was the elixir of life, it kept the world alive. That was when the man got it right; His power was within him, right in his sight. The heart within him was the greatest; for it was his own, apart from the rest. The fire in him was the heart of the world; He flew with the fire, soaring like a bird. A glitter of blue, a sparkle of red.