Another poem about the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.

If all my dreams came true, I would rise above
None to make me cry, and none to shun my love
If all my dreams came true, I would look the best
None to bring me down, and none to beat my chest
If all my dreams came true, I would be a god
I would rise above the world, all vengeful and flawed