I went a wand'ring down an ancient
deep seeded forest trail
And fell upon the darkest depths of my imagination.
At once I was upon my steed of royal valor
I rode through the night unfaltering in search of seeming honor.
Ride! Ride! By the low tide
in the late hour of the night,
under the cover of starry skies.
From deep in the fog a deity cries
on the horizon of a purple dawn.
I halt to hear as he sings to me of
his age-old lore.
I seek not an unicorn nor elves nor faeries
upon my quest tonight
It's not that kind of magic that I have come to find.
I kneel down on the one knee
and come down where I ought to. |
