A Farewell to Kings

And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it in their art forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part

When they turn the pages of history When these days have passed long ago Will they read of us with sadness For the seeds that we let grow We turned our gaze from the castles in the distance Eyes cast down on the path of least resistance *Cities full

"To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise" I had heard the whispered tales of immortality The deepest mystery From an ancient book, I took a clue I scaled the frozen moun