The Knight

He remembers a time,
when he was inside of this mind,
telling of a future so divine.
He was a gentle one who swore he knew the son,
the son of the Almighty one.
He told us there was a place,
filled with such disgrace,
that only the good here could trace.

But i have learned that way,
if only you would stay.
And listen and admire,
my only thoughts that alone to me aspire.

Go to the fortress of power and tranquility
cried the dying wizard.
The wiseman was lost beyond comprehension,
but without hesitation,
he broke through the tension.

Along the moonlit,
raging river, he raced his horse
all along the long and desolate course.
He tried to wonder what destiny would bring,
and he wondered about the fate of things.


He,
isolated,
must break the spell of the cursed dragon of sin,
before heat of the night
lets the day stumble in.

Ride onward! the warriors cried,
as thier suits of armor by the night,
were being tried.

Let the prophecy make its mark said the gods,
and let earth crumble under circumstantial odds.
Yes the wiseman rode on,
fearing not for the light of dawn.

He sets forth a vision,
dreams and lights afire,
he holds her close to his heart,
and alive with desire.
But who can tell?
Go to the well,
and cast your dreams aside,
be no more willing to hide,
from what is inside,
and pace your slouching stride.

Go and feel the comfortable wind,
gently embracing her lovely, tender skin.

So let us come together,
in visions in the lonely night,
hold tight,
and wonder bright.

Must we travel forebearing on?
forgetting our hearts' soothing song.
But remember who will climb,
through the skies,
just to be,
inside your eyes.

Inside your mind, is where you will find,
a light of happiness waiting to be sound,
it is so profound.

Remember to always stay underneath the wing,
of that strong,
almighty being.
The one who you would fight to save,
raging against the moonless night
of a peasant slave.

Tell us your needs and feelings,
show us your wonders and fullfillments.
We can give the strength of desired goals,
beyond the mountain in showers of gold.

So please beautiful one,
take my hand,
and hold tightly to my waistband.
Because i can take you high,
to the sky,
and beyond any imagination
of your creation.