Shrouded

The road to the castle leads past the swamp The fog in the air is deep and damp The knight enter towards the bridge leading ramp Most odd creatures with their strong jaws chump The green mist among the forest is beneath eerie porcelain sky The birch with white core tells story that will never die Thunder of imagination like Saint Elmo’s fire between the strange clouds will fly Before the knight great castle will lie Green mist of dreams is focused through the eye of the soul No number can reflect the height of that soul But it is within the porcelain sky that darkness will fall Soul within a soul timeless so what reflects time but is not bound by it in immortal soul