Child Of A Dream (Alexander The Great)

Child Of A Dream (Alexander The Great)

Magi climbed to the summit of the mountains of light,
His long stole made of byssus sparkled in the night.
Bowing at the alter he placed on acacia twigs and bark,
Praying to the heavens lightning struck the bundle and sparked.
Celestial fire burned murmuring its arcane poetry within the
rock,
Wonderful flames burned pure white dancing, faces, bodies, seemingly to
lock.
The celestial fire burned bright then went out red embers went
black,
Magi looked on in astonishment almost gob smacked.
The name of a child came on the wind like a murmur,
The name stirred the embers, the name was Alexander.