Myths

A wanderer,
A traveler,
A lone minotaur rests.
Long black hair,
And sable fur,
A tail dances in the dust.
Sun-kissed horns,
Of pale length,
Stretch smoothly up to sky.
As brown eyes laugh,
The muzzle rises,
Hands and spirit lofting high.

Loo-ra,
She sings by day,
Loo-ra,
She sings by night.
Loo-ra,
My time will come,
Ah-he', Ah-he', Ah-yo.

Look, she dances,
Today, she smiles,
The simple happiness of being.
Hooves to earth,
And hooves to air,
Joy in wild leaping.
Nature's child,
Her voice of stones,
Kin to sea and land.
Her innocent heart,
Her guileless strength,
The beast's triumph over man.

Loo-ra,
She sings by day,
Loo-ra,
She sings by night.
Loo-ra,
My time will come,
Ah-he', Ah-he', Ah-yo.

Racer of wind,
She unfettered roams,
Freedom given breath and shape.
A warrior's soul,
Untamed and true,
Her vast gentleness innate.
Honor's pride,
And justice friend,
A sword glitters in the grass.
Unneeded it lies,
Yet ready waits.
The smiling fang allows the laugh.

Loo-ra,
She sings by day,
Loo-ra,
She sings by night.
Loo-ra,
My time will come,
Ah-he', Ah-he', Ah-yo.