Harper's Tales

Magis withen us ,
Come out tonight ,
To play under the stars ,
We want a magical being .

To teach us the old tales of yore ,
To tell us of the magic ,
It brought to the queen's hearth ,
On those old cold winter nights .

Of a bard's tale ,
Of the shinning brow ,
Of how the sorceress brought anger on the lad ,
And her future daughter .

Of how the south's ladies so frail ,
And beautiful ,
Like the wind itself ,
And a blooming red rose .

Under the fiery twilight sky ,
I sing ,
These tales ,
As my father did before me .

And as his father did before him ,
The fires burn out ,
As I sing my tales ,
Like the fires of my heart .