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Dare I Dream?
- Dare I Dream? -
Dare I dream of loving laughter, of laughing hours,
When in night I am held in thrall by primal powers?
What snares hold the sorceress, who dares to see!
Beyond the storied heavens, unto the very deeps…
Wherein none have stared, save the mystics alone,
Such as I, the sorceress, who has nothing to atone!
Nothing, passing into shadow and becoming misty,
In the eyes of divine beings: who know our destiny.
My eyes are no less keen, my will no less so sharp,
As the lilting melodies of those bards: of elfin heart.
Mirror, mirror, into whose depths I have seen pure,
Shall this queen of the old ways gaze again so sure?
I have dared to dream, and to contemplate ideas…
And ideals that have been dormant like spiral seas,
Untouched by vessel or hand of mortal compasses.
Dare I dream on, and grasp that ancient vastness?
Aye, for my hand is graceful and steady in desire…
The hand of a lover, of a warrior, born out of fire!
A queen of old, of faerie wiles and maddened wit,
My madness with method, designed my soul to fit.
In gowns of green, and royal purple, and gold too,
I have peered into the crystals that reveal as is true.
Mirror, mirror, what show you to this wicked lady,
Who is a queen in shadow, as the gods made me?
I shall dare more, for in my quest for knowledge…
My steps have tread ever nearer that loftiest ledge,
Beyond, which is beauty without end or any limits!
I am that beauty personified, my wings as oft flits…
Across the mists of time: unto domains unthinkable.
Shall I dare those mists, and Avalon’s roundtable?
I have sat there before, when the stones were laid,
For domains of kings and queens boldly unafraid…
Of dragons and sorcery, of treasure lost and won!
Dare I dream, and in that dream to Avalon come?
Mirror, mirror, what show you to this fair queen…
Who peers into your depths wrapped in a dream?
Dare I dream of loving laughter, of laughing hours,
When in night I am held in thrall by primal powers?
What snares hold the sorceress, who dares to see!
Beyond the storied heavens, unto the very deeps…
Wherein none have stared, save the mystics alone,
Such as I, the sorceress, who has nothing to atone!
Nothing, passing into shadow and becoming misty,
In the eyes of divine beings: who know our destiny.
My eyes are no less keen, my will no less so sharp,
As the lilting melodies of those bards: of elfin heart.
Mirror, mirror, into whose depths I have seen pure,
Shall this queen of the old ways gaze again so sure?
I have dared to dream, and to contemplate ideas…
And ideals that have been dormant like spiral seas,
Untouched by vessel or hand of mortal compasses.
Dare I dream on, and grasp that ancient vastness?
Aye, for my hand is graceful and steady in desire…
The hand of a lover, of a warrior, born out of fire!
A queen of old, of faerie wiles and maddened wit,
My madness with method, designed my soul to fit.
In gowns of green, and royal purple, and gold too,
I have peered into the crystals that reveal as is true.
Mirror, mirror, what show you to this wicked lady,
Who is a queen in shadow, as the gods made me?
I shall dare more, for in my quest for knowledge…
My steps have tread ever nearer that loftiest ledge,
Beyond, which is beauty without end or any limits!
I am that beauty personified, my wings as oft flits…
Across the mists of time: unto domains unthinkable.
Shall I dare those mists, and Avalon’s roundtable?
I have sat there before, when the stones were laid,
For domains of kings and queens boldly unafraid…
Of dragons and sorcery, of treasure lost and won!
Dare I dream, and in that dream to Avalon come?
Mirror, mirror, what show you to this fair queen…
Who peers into your depths wrapped in a dream?
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