Let my inspiration flow,
In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake me,
'Til my tale is told and done.
While the firelight's aglow,
Strange shadows from the flames will grow,
'Til things we've never seen,
Will seem familiar.
Let my inspiration flow,
In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake me,
'Til my tale is told and done.
While the firelight's aglow,
Strange shadows from the flames will grow,
'Til things we've never seen,
Will seem familiar.
