Mist born wings through forests old. a light ahead like stories told turn hearts ablaze when memories fold. all that’s lost is not yet gone for the light you seek dwells at dawn. Come what may the forests song shall paint old hearts anew with flowers and honey dew. Stay not long In your honeyed state for there is life to live and things to taste. Bitter be they may, the choice is yours to go or stay. Wings of mist and birds of prey are not the only dangers in this place. So know the brook that bubbles down through cavernous mountains with rocky crowns. Fills your destiny on winds of fate. With roots so strong they are iron bound caress the rocks and all they found. Let not your troubled mind worry, for life is short and we are in a hurry to meet the roots in our graves so merry. carried across the river stix by the boatman and his boat of twix. Listen now, when you seek that golden shore. all that is lost is not yet gone, the light you seek dwells at dawn.