White Hair

Among the trees, a young man is dashing,

His white hair and sapphire eyes flashing.

The heir to the land,

Whispers in the dark for

The timeless heir of dreams.

He stands on a cliff,

Looking over his land,

His crown in his hand,

Tears fall like

Light from a lamp.

The timeless boy of dreams.

The wind cries at the door,

A young girl crying for shelter.

A crystal ball glows in the shadows

Looking like the sound of a beautiful song to

The timeless prince of dreams.

His story is done.

Untold

Unsung

No one can stop

The flow of time for

The timeless king of dreams.

Among the trees a memory runs

Of the prince of the land.

He runs through the past,

The now, the future.

Whispers in the dark for

The timeless memory of dreams.