A pizza after-taste

With hindsight madness I can see
Yet those ravings are childhood
A time of glorious songs and feasts
Heroes and villains alike

Prancing among elves, dancing
As if the tomorrow was today
For tomorrow seemed quite likely
As the day that had gone by

I do miss it now, the bedlam of thought
The illusions of boisterous tells
And a pizza I could eat
After putting down an ugly troll