Weave a tale of mystery,
And sing of heroes bold.
Of stormy seas, and warlike bees,
And treasure chests of gold.

Spin a tale of beauteous maids,
Of castles dark and grim.
Of bluest sky, where arrows fly,
And swords for blood do sing.

Tell a tale of journeys long,
Of winters dark and cold.
And hunter's horn, where tales are born,
And fantasy unfolds.