A lone griffin looks for a special object. |
In the crystal cove Where the griffin roams He seeks a treasure That none can measure. The crystal sings What the wind brings His heart yearns for a special key That will return him to his place of being. For years he wondered through the world of men When he stepped through a portal in a leafy glen To be in his magical realm his heart yearns To frolic and fly with when he at last returns With the unicorns, phoenixes, and among the ferns This key was a stone that a wizard formed. That opened a mysterious, forbidden door To use his dark power to enslave and conform It was this brave griffin who chased him back to his place To the mortal abode and its cosmic space. When the wizard died he left in a scroll The place of the stone in this crystal hold. In the heart if this labyrinth he beheld with his eyes The stone key floating with an ocean’s blue shine. He grasped it with his claw and spoke the incantation That was likewise in the scroll as his heart felt elation. Than a portal appeared like star in the heavens Which he passed through to be in their presence. And so it was that he spoke of Man’s’ realm In his own land that he loved and dwelled. |