I can be wrong and still be right
                                  Is the real paradox to height
                                 A lonely pilgrim looses sight
                                 Of answers that could bring him might

                                 And yet to seed the answers call
                                 The stallion is in its stall
                                 He's not prepared to take the fall
                                 For what could be is clear to all

                                 The endless paradox in sight
                                 The truth of righteousness to knight
                                 I fear to seal must fly his kite
                                And pray surreal comes out tight

                                Across the ancient castle walls
                                The demure tainted shadows crawl
                                To form the morning's clearing call
                                Effusive allusions, irrelevance fall  

                               The echoes from the grotto swell
                               Like memories of ancient hells
                               That command the oceans to rescind
                               The lowly force with which they'd bend