The King of Arcadia
by Phelan S. Martin
To life I awaken, from a forgotten dream
Its a beautiful feeling, likea beautiful stream
Such is the taste of the world, honey on the tongue
I'm so very old, yet so very young
I've chased a dream-steed and rode wild like the wind
Search not your four corners for the like of my kin
For the journey is long, behind leaf and stone's lee
And the gateway is barred, only I have the key
My ancient towers of ivory and bone
Will stop every warrior whise heart is of stone
For no power on Earth can unbarr the way
Nor sorcery nor sword force through what I mean to stay
I am the guardian of all dreams that are good
And the keeper of Evil not understood
I'm the slayer of nightmares, yet not what I seem
I'm the Ruler of all who dare dream The Dream
 Grave Lumiere · Fri Feb 04, 2011 @ 01:30am · 0 Comments |
