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. |