Gwendolyn

I was weaving a legend proclaiming your name
Conceiving your glory is part of the game
Creating a world between lucent and dark
Where you are the spirit who’s sending a spark

Gwendolyn, I was following your traces northbound
Gwendolyn, I could see your pallid face when the moon comes down

You’re searching the forest in silence agleam
Ready your sword for a mischief foreseen
You’re fighting ferociously slaying your foe
Return to the wizard that once let you go

Gwendolyn, I was following your traces northbound
Gwendolyn, I could see your pallid face by moondown.

Follow your traces
In a land of muddy ground
Your faith is strong, full of astound
Beyond my spaces
Above the hanging clouds
I see a twinkle coming around.

Gwendolyn, I was following your traces northbound
Gwendolyn, I was feeling your embrace in a mystifying place in ethereal sound…*