From the Witchwood

Dyfan's tale Of the holy Canon Dale Setting sail Homeward for his lonely cell In your holy ground I found. Peace to dwell The beginning of a world Love entwined Throughout all the world combined In your holy ground I found. Days and day He would go h

The village square stands quiet with the curfew still in force The streets are even clear of dogs and whores Like some evil bird of prey the scaffold spreads its wings The people build their fires and bolt their doors The mayor is giving dinner to th

I dropped down in the witchwood To see what I could find The trees had taken time out To blow away my mind All that I could hear there Was the sound of my own voice But the music it was making Was nothing of my choice. The interwoven branches Were la