Kingdom Of The Shades

I see the wolves gathered on the hill

And the carrion birds that fly

Etched against the (witching) moon…

I was a string in Apollo’s lyre

I was the sword in a warrior’s hand

I was the crown on an emperor’s brow

I was the seal on a sorcerer’s heart…

I saw the glory of Atlantis fall—the jeweled spires that would gleam no more…

I saw the grandeur that once was Greece—its crumbling walls I now call my home…

I see a woman crying on my mound—she has been lover and homeland to me:

Alas! I know I will not see her again—the kingdom of the shades is my home…

Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes

Where the sea is black, without a shore

Where meadows are strewn with ash