The Fairies dance beneath the silvered moon,
To the music of eternity.
A castle floats beyond the endless mists,
Existing just beyond mortal sights.
A sword stuck in stone, the right to rule.
A dragon fierce and strong, a missing sheep or three
Of magic, dark and light, a battle for the soul
Of fire light and dreams, the adventure that starts with that one step
Legends are born, and legends die.
Man's undeniable thirst for knowledge, for answers, for truth,
Pierces the veil of mystery, parts the mists of Myth
What is left is the cold hard light of logic and the disapointment of reality
Sometimes the questions are more important than the answers
Man needs more than truth and answers
He needs myth, romance, legends and mystery.
He needs the questions, the dreams, the illusions of things Unknown
The monster in the Dark, so to speak.
So when the last great Mystery is tamed
What then will Man have to dream of?
When all answers are found, When all puzzles have solutions
What then when all myths are dead and gone,
Will Man's spirit have to pine for?
When legends die?