Far down the path of firelight dreams In the blue-spun twilight hours. Along the lane of winding and silk Towards the winged and sacred bowers. Alone and aloof In a Fairyland Fanfare Where the warrior child Can hide away in his lair. Templar of the immortality Slays the beast in comfort's shelter. Climb up the black and sulphurous hill, And you will find caskets of silver. Live the legend, live life all alone, Longing to linger in lore. Illuminating a lane That leads you aloft. You're lost to the lunar lure. Leave the languish, Leave lanterns of lorn. Lend lacking lustre to lies. Liberate the laces Of life for the lone Lest lament yet alights. Beyond the fields of emerald green And over the sapphire oceans. Past ruby skies there lies your salvation: To live out your true emotions.