Fireballet Night On Bald Mountain
In timeless tower high midst dead of night
Entwined in struggling moonbeams misty light
Unshadowed figur, clad in mantled grey
Looks not, feels naught
Starres eastwards
To think of once upon a time
Of Camelot and quests to find
Powers to deceive death's misty shawl
Wizard, be it for yourself or dead lady and leige
That you weep?
On Spanis plain marched your royal sire
To burn his bridges on God's holy fire
Struck down by horse and moorish battle blade
Alone, to this end, your fate
But hesten now, as skies grow black
And forces mass to take you back
Mere moments, to a time that seems
So distant, and so very long ago