Ah, they said - Time has wheeled on at last...
A song of old a breath away from the past...

One alone - one whose heart was for all.
Ah, they said, one who'd come for us all...
One of the spirits who danced from beyond the pale world
A breath of the Godhead in Man, sweet sunlight in turn
A child of the propeths, horn 'neath a wandering star,
Honoured with gold and light of the Wise Men afar...
Ah, they said - Time has wheeled on at last...
A song of old a breath away from the past...

One alone - one whose heart was for all.
Ah, they said, one who'd come for us all...

With Orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep
This Prophet of many this light with the Elder grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to face the unknown.
				

I've ran with the wind now,
I've danced with stream,
I've listened to mountains,
The depths of the dream.
Through the doors of the Great Night,
I've leapt to the fray
To the wilderness inside,
To the Infibite Day

And there found communing
With our own t**an blood,
Memory feeding,
The Songs of the Wood!
And if I found that all is naught, in truth I'll smile
Just where I'll go I cannot know, so think awhile
In ligh I walk, arn slow to talk, so look inside
There see the place of timeless s***e...
The Starry Heart.

I've caught all the stars now,
The weight of the leaves
Breathed in the moonlight
Child of the Eaves.
I've swam with the old roots
Deep in earthly still
Played the songs of old now
Through the Hollow Hills

And if I found that all is naught, in truth I'll smile
Just where I'll go I cannot know, so think awhile
In ligh I walk, arn slow to talk, so look inside
There see the place of timeless s***e...
The Starry Heart.
				

I hear a sweet calling, a fanfare in fire
I'm deafened by bleeding, the tolling of l***.

Where day sings its farewell, slashes the skies,
Stabbed by the moon spell
Broken, deranged
The fray of the sunset, lays crimson the folds
Of mackerel night sky
Smoldering low

A purple horizon, a roasting red flame
Burns with a madness
And calls a name

I'll turn away, to her flame-washed eyes
The burning, in those coral-mad skies
Sears the heart, embers the moon...
I'll turn away! My Child, be soon!
I hear a sweet calling, a fanfare in fire
I'm deafened by bleeding, the tolling of l***.

I could drown in your sweet blood,
The dawn never see
All beauty and horror... forever laugh...
The fray of the sunset has captured my soul
I'm anchored to fire
With smoldering bones

I'll be the bird spirit, feathered for dream
Or the longest of sleeps,
Away,soft away!

I'll turn away, to her flame-washed eyes
The burning, in those coral-mad skies
Sears the heart, embers the moon...
I'll turn away! My Child, be soon!
				

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Noble sun and mighty earth
Wound you in light and gave you birth
Skyward streaming through many an age
O beastof the Duir, with starry rage!
With oracle hand and Sacred Glade,
As a king you danced - in moonlight made
Mightier still in her silvery breath,
Freind to the holly through winter's death...
Wildwood heart, sweet Ghost of May,
Summer's lord, aglow
First-born from the shadow-wood
Where silken hammers blow!

There you watched, and there you sang,
Through the Battle of the Trees
O mystery in root and leaf
The breath of Arden's seas!
				

If thirteen moons danced in my heart,
I would rend the worlds apart
With laughing talons and wild god's eyes
Beaming with the Thirteen skies
Where the Great Bear roves the northern clime,
What a thrill of vibrant time
Would still me if that sweet Thirteen
Shone where once hear sevea had been

What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars
If Thirteen Great Bears waged
Dicing up to shards
Orion's Thirteen swords
Kali's Thirteen b******,
Casting into the void
The will that never rests.
If Thirteen seasons east their ire
Where four had burned a lesser fire
Winter's sleep would dream anew
While Thirteen moons the death-time through

Tilted toward that loving glow
Of Jupiter's Thirteen moons below
The weight of Chrono's Thirteen hands
Wielding the time in Thirteen sands.
What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars
If Thirteen hearts of mine did beat
Pulsing way afar
Blood and honour would scream anew
Like Thirteen diamonds wrought
By Thirteen minds of God -
Such life! Elysium sought!
I think I'd like this way...
I think I'd like this way...
				

Laugh with me,
By the stars...
Laugh withe me!
Let me take you by the hand,
To wander through the twisted woods,
Where the May apples grow,
To hear Taliesin's harp dritfting through the trees
Like a sweet sigh...
Cup sweet petals of sweetest rose,
Know that she lives still within your hands
Her spiritm her intoxicating scent
Know that she smiles upon you
A golden smile, warm 'neath the may-apple crown

Laugh with me,
By the heart of The Stag!
Walk awhile in this dappled shade,
Till daylight unto night shall fade!
Laugh with me,
By the Midsummer Sun...