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I can't think of anything.
My brain is dead, motionless, still and silent.
The only thought forming at the back of my mind---an echoing sentence from years past----
"In here, he's respected; he's an educated man. But out there, outside, he's nothing. Just another old crook who couldn't get a library card if he tried, with arthritis in both hands."
Redemption from Shawshank Prison.
He lied.
He walked up onto the podium, and smiled that charismatic smile of his which so easily mesmerized others. Then he lied to the world, under the ever-flashing lights of cameras.
And we hide
our sunlit secrets in the wind
under the summer skies
we promise to remember
the nights of candlelight and fireflies
and we leave our childhood behind, satisfied.
The last of the dragons let out a mighty roar as the knight's shining blade pierced its heart. A huge column of scarlet flame erupted from its jaws; then its great body collapsed onto the ground, heaving painfully, the brilliant green scales glinting in the early morning sunlight for the last time.
Then the last of the dragons was no more.