I've lost my voice and must needs find it It's gone far and far away from here Hidden beneath the waves of some great sea Flying among the highest of those whitest peaks Far and far away from me
I've long forgotten where I meant to start this wayward tale, my mind swirling in a rage of feverish dreams and thoughts, Bob Dylan's the 'times are a changing' echoing through my head like the cymbal
The door of the church let out a startled cry as it was pushed slowly open, it was opened with a certain hesitance, whispering ominously as it gradually revealed a ragged beaten down figure.
She moved with a grace of the heavens fluttering over the stage as if it were here pond as if she was the swan, the floor rippled in response to the swans command, gliding over the glittering surface,