Prince, Under the Mountain

At the edges of the darkness, hope whispers;

Tender, unerring, stirring gently memories in his mind.

Warm winds of a far off and forgotten country, long left behind.

Distant and divided, miles and worlds apart;

Day-dreams of times together, broken in his heart.

Sweetest are the memories of gold and branching years;

Sweeter still become the thoughts of pain, of death, of tears.

He wanders now an empty world, full of twilight and silver shade;

He follows the hidden paths, slowly and unafraid.

Love immortal, love undying, forever bound to roam.

Far beyond feeling, far beyond any home.