Adyna Report post Posted April 2, 2005 Tis truth I speak of which I know, said the hunter to his lady fair The sands of time are ebbing now and all is still, the sound is rare Don't talk so ill said his lady, tis fever on your brow which pains While she sat and saw the white owl stare, it's eyes forever watchful reigns The fever broke but still he ranted, prepare thyself we must take stock While the shadows led a merry dance and the echoes they did hide and mock There is no time for we must go or the Queen will make a suit of chains While she sat and saw the white owl stare, it's eyes forever watchful reigns They left that night without a trace, weeping souls across the moon gave chase Fear not said he for I am near, but worry etched her mind and face We've done no wrong why run in fear? We do not have ill-gotten gains While she sat and saw the white owl stare, it's eyes forever watchful reigns Some will say they saved each other but some will say they disobeyed Look behind you in the shadows, forever on the true crusade The laws of Man but not of Gods which path of choice, which one remains? While you sit and see the white owl stare, it's eyes forever watchful reigns Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
