Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes II
Day has come to the valley at last
Where darkness reigned long into the past.
The time has come for the chyldren to leave
To pay tribute to Sir Ross and allow time to grieve.
If we head for home with the sword in hand
What will become of this changing land?
Will the light remain to protect the village
Or will the roc fly again to devour and pillage?
The time out gang has blown to the winds.
All of us separated by our individual sins.
Time to regroup, time to turn the tide.
From the seer’s eyes no one can hide.
Let me find the one with white hair.
The one called Zack, show me his lair.
Darkening skies, the raindrops fall
Blinding the vision of one and all.
Yet each single drop is crystalline clear
To the magical eye of the sluagh seer.
My sight doth fly through the stormy skies
From drop to drop as the black crow flies.
Across great distances quicker than quick
To catch what lurks in Nick’s attic.