The enchanter sleeps on a crystal floor
much safer now than he was before
magic fell on the repute kind
His mission to ensue your mind.
Angel star completive cosmic flying
His star for us is allways shining
A goldust halo protects his soul
His body gone, But dreams stay whole.
Dancing on mountains white eagles fly
Surf the breeze and kiss the sky.
Bathe in seas until your old
discover corals find the wizards gold.
Mortal souls will allways find
another evocative night behind
Temptor predators get into the minds
of innocent victims unaware of their kind.
Genius bastion angel of a fortress
collecting dreams and tears for a princess
a gift of patience such a gentle sound
through only the enchanter can it be found.
dedicated to Marc Bolan...Here in all our hearts
*© Copyright Paul Fenton 2011
