Child of the Mystic Mountain

As I walk down Mystic trail,
Mountain calls me unto shadow.

For in the darkness light shadows break,
In these specks a smell of sulpher looms.

And there upon a twisted old stump I sence it,
A magic stronger than ever I felt before.

There it was before me teasing my sight ,
And driving cobwebs into my mind.

Sweeping the fog from sight,
A vision appeared to me this night.

Child of the Mytic Wood,
Gaurdian of Time and Space.

Our minds became as one,
For within this space and time .

We became one,
As one unto thee other.