jellyjune

Lit the skies with specks of golden For I tell a tale long ago forgotten Illusions, dreams, betrayal and myrtle Along the path that thy has chosen For this the tale of wisdom holder Who in the dark night sees An old, enchating face he knew For longer than his abyss. He sends her searching far away For something they once knew Something locked between the heavens Something pure as morning dew Bending down the wind he climbed And whispered in her ear: "Now, listen closely  And follow the winding road at which I point  Start from star Nemesis there  And reach for Northern Lights..."