'Twas in the ancient wintertime
When all the world was bare
That those who wander o'er the earth
Came nigh on stopping there
They came upon a midnight bright
'Neath full and silv'ry moon
And chose to stop and take a chance
To ask the Lady's boon
Yet she knew already of their suit
And the dangers it would bring
If granted to those fellows that
Would bind the world with string
And so she sent her white wolves out
Eight strong and swift death bearers
To harry forth these men and try
To teach them of their erroes
For what they sought was a power which
Had nigh killed the earth before
And twas the Lady that held the key
To that fearsome power's store
With howls that made men's blood run cold
Her wolves hunted out their prey
And long they chased them o'er the earth
Till the breaking of the day
 Tears of the Siren · Mon Jan 15, 2007 @ 03:25pm · 2 Comments |
