Merlin’s Tale
Sometimes when I’m lonely, when I’m alone
A man creeps up to my door
He tells me stories of flowers and pain
His eyes hollow and sore
He speaks of quivering, breaking bones
He speaks of ashes and gold
His whispers echo through tumbling walls
His hands pale and cold
The man surrounds me with tales of fire
With tales of rumbling winds
The woods he speaks of know no mans desire
The woods lie dark and still
I see in his eyes a magical glow
His face unbelievably young
He speaks of worlds I have never believed in
Of which my mother once sung
Sometimes when I’m lonely, he lowers his voice
So nobody else can hear
He speaks so softly his trembling words
He speaks with no mans fear
Around him castles of grey stone mount
And kings and queens rush past
The knights surrender their shoulders wise
To the sword that again shall rise
A young prince’s laughter runs through these walls
His cheeks rose from the fight
A white flag in his hand, he rode
To assemble all to the light
His black hair wields itself trough the breeze
His blue eyes sparkle bright
A white flag in his hand, he rode
To assemble all to the light
Sometimes when I’m lonely, the darkness subsides,
The man is speaking to me
He speaks of quests, of swords and of knights
Like he has been there to see
He says there will come a day very soon
When birds refrain from their song
When flowers that wither, bloom in their wrath
On a day when the winds blows too strong
The day when the rain won’t reach to the ground
When the nature’s in awe, that is when
The river of Avalon will part at it’s shore
And the King will rise once again
