Should I sing a requiem for my dream today,
the unsung dream which in its grave now does lay,
Should I write an epitaph or lay a wreath,
But what if it has left a pulse to bequeath?

What if the pulse is racing fast to be the heir,
Of a kingdom which is dead beyond repair,
What if a civilization is waiting to be born,
What if the night was but a morn?

I think I will let my dream hang by that breath,
For even if that battling champion falls to its death,
It will never complain that I didn't give it one last bout to fight,
It will never begrudge that I didn't gift it its last wings to take flight.

- Asfa