For when you open you eyes to see,
you will see the riddles within the mystery.
Saddled through the shores of time.
A moments pass a moments rhyme.
A rhyme of tune for sure to be, a moments past from me to thee.
For when the riddles of time do stand, the wager in a mighty hand.
For pass not thee and tell not so.
For you to follow a path to know.
Come dance by the moonlight on the eve of the tide.
Then dance the tune with malt and hide
Then dance the tune with malt and hide
Come what to mind and sure to be, a whisper within the melody
Such year was cold but fed too well, the feed of knowledge from the well
So come Lake Rise and stand to thee.
A rise is born for all to see.
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’