the story behind the painting
i drew is already told
no more tearstains on the
pages of my diary
tired but unable to give up
since i'm
repsonsible for the lives i saved

the play is done
the curtains down

all the tales are told
all the orchids gone
lost in my own world
now i care for dead gardens

my song is little worth anymore
time to lay this weary pen aside

the play is done
the curtain's down

"where are the wolves,
the underwater moon
the elvenpath, the haven
of youth
lagoons of the starlit sea

have i felt enough for one
man's deed?
or is it time to challenge the
ancient of days
and let the virgin conceive"

all the tales...