once again left the rider
with no clue where to do
helpless and frustrated
he began to wander in woe
he wandered here and where
without a place to go
nights fell and days damned
onwards he just rode
the trees dropped their leaves
soon the first snow would fall
a lonely rider was sleeping
beside the ancient stonewall
"behing the wall is a realm no man dares to go
there thou find the answers... or not...
wise and old is the keeper of the stone
the stone sees days - passed and to come"
the rider heard the voice
whispering these words
where it came or who it was
a delusion he had heard?
snowflakes drew a picture
right on his eyes
a line of hills behind forest
where dusk colours the sky
"behing the wall is a realm no man dares to go
there thou find the answers... or not...
wise and old is the keeper of the stone
the stone sees days - passed and to come"
when the sun appeared over the woods on the horizon
the rider sat thinking was it a dream or real
in a moment he mounted the horse, began to search
for a gate to enter the unknown realm |