Science Fiction

To the far off lands.

At the end of the sea.

There was an island.

And on that island lived a magician.

With powers of dark spirits.

The power that can change the flow of sea

And the direction of the wind.

He sat on his throne with the loudest laughs.

People in the land believed it not.

They said it is not magic, it is just an illusion of your eyes.

The nightmares you get is your brain's doing.

Magic is fiction not a real thing.

Once on a dark night, when the moon was not in the sky.

He came to the lands with the robe which covered his face.

A tall man with a majestic beard. 

Hands holding a magical spear.

He controlled the winds.

He made them kneel.

He ruled the lands ever after.

The tales spread to other lands.

And they too said,

Magic is not real. It is fiction.

Until another dark night without a moon came.