Starting Anew

When did the fire run out?
When did you fall face down in the sand?
When did you finally choose the beugle,
Over the siren call beyond the land?

Did the wind refuse to fill
Your moth-eaten, battle-weary sail?
Or did your lighthouse grow dim
When you faced the monster you couldn't tame?

Once upon a time, fairy tales were real
The ocean was free, open and blue.
Now Sindbad has returned home empty-handed
But once again he'll start anew.

The seas maybe conquered now
Mapped, bound and chained by lines
But the fairies are not all gone today
They just fly in the skies.