Take me to the land of your fathers
the land where the fairies roam
show me your glorious feathers,
your alchemical lore.
Oh do not hide the marks of
your magnificent splendor,
the furious touch of the dragon
that looms in your hair
shift and shape and craft me
with your mighty blow
take me swift into the arms
of your magical cloak
there, I ride the winds of dreams
surpass the scope of all imagining
lose myself in the sweet vales
of all that can be known.