Kosh
'The' Yaztromo
i picked up a penny,
thought it was for me,
it was a bad penny...
my clothes from silver to bronze,
my mind from mountains to rolling plains,
my dreams from glory to pathetic gains...
i wept for my duality,
i cried out in fear,
as i lay in my grave...
the citadel of the window tear.
the wizard cast the spell,
to make me strong,
to right my wrongs...
lest he forget...
the sins,
the omissions
the pointless? regrets.
we all make mistakes,
so the oracle says,
dreaming of high seas,
like the causeway,
once proud,
now in our watery graves...
mine was the penny,
thought it would bring me glory...
but it just bought the same old story.
the archer found his mark and still the ladies of the avalon try to heal our broken heart... i hope all is not in vain.
ALBION!
thought it was for me,
it was a bad penny...
my clothes from silver to bronze,
my mind from mountains to rolling plains,
my dreams from glory to pathetic gains...
i wept for my duality,
i cried out in fear,
as i lay in my grave...
the citadel of the window tear.
the wizard cast the spell,
to make me strong,
to right my wrongs...
lest he forget...
the sins,
the omissions
the pointless? regrets.
we all make mistakes,
so the oracle says,
dreaming of high seas,
like the causeway,
once proud,
now in our watery graves...
mine was the penny,
thought it would bring me glory...
but it just bought the same old story.
the archer found his mark and still the ladies of the avalon try to heal our broken heart... i hope all is not in vain.
ALBION!