The Poet and the Muse
There's an old tale wrought with mystery, of Tom the Poet and his museAnd a magic lake which gave a life to the words the poet usedNow, the muse she was his happiness, and he rhymed about her graceAnd told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened wavesTill' in the stillness of one dawn, still in its misty crownThe muse she went down to the lake, and in the waves she drowned
And now to see your love set freeYou will need the witch’s cabin keyFind the lady of the light, gone mad with the nightThat's how you reshape destiny
The poet came down to the lake to call out to his dearWhen there was no answer he was overcome with fearHe searched in vain for his treasure lost and too soon the night would fallOnly his own echo would wail back at his callAnd when he swore to bring back his love by stories he'd createNightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake
And now to see your love set freeYou will need the witch’s cabin keyFind the lady of the light, still raving in the nightThat's how you reshape destiny
In the dead of night she came to him with darkness in her eyesWearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her disguiseHe took her in without a word for he saw his grave mistakeAnd vowed them both to silence deep beneath the lakeNow, if it's real or just a dream one mystery remainsFor it is said, on moonless nights they may still haunt this place