Post by tinkerbelx on Aug 27, 2003 8:01:28 GMT -5
Part I
Dreams are forged, by men such as they
who fly their banner high, in the heavens to sway.
And one day indeed, a dream came along;
to sail away from this place through the power of song.
So these four princes, or kings if you like,
Began to plan for their trip, their pilgrimage, their
hike.
And with hearts full of joy, adventure and love,
They set off from the dock with a preemptory shove.
Part II
Soon into their journey a thought crossed their lips;
"What shall we call this vessel, the most perfect of
ships?"
Through collective insight an idea emerged,
And soon, it was the good ship 'Albion', and through
the water it surged.
Once again, after a short travellers time,
a thought struck them down, and together the chime,
"But where are we going at so great a speed?
We have left home behind, but what way do we need?"
The answer came, from a voice still unknown,
For surely four men could not create it alone.
"To Arcadia, travellers. To Arcadia you'll go,
And all who will follow you, the Albion will stow."
The princes agreed, and searched their maps for the
isle.
But thrice searches left them in a sense of denial.
"Arcadia exists, but here it is not,
Perhaps this map has suffered a rot!"
But to the truthful conclusion, the princes soon came.
"Their is no place on this earth with Arcadia the name."
"Then how do we get there?" The topic was soon.
"We must make it, with others by the light of the moon."
Part III
So off they did set, powered by song;
To find those people, who will be Arcadians before long.
Many were moved by their raucous guitar playing,
And decided to join the journey by saying:
"I am a libertine, forever it seems.
Because I see Arcadia in all of my dreams."
This initiation done, the ship went on sailing,
Both the guitars and the voices aboard kept on wailing.
Part IV
As they ship became fuller, almost to the brim,
The fortunes of the Princes began to turn grim.
For aboard Albion were those, with who a fickle nature
resided,
For they listened to the prophecies of the Golden Bull
and decided:
"Tis true what it says, this Golden Bull to whom we
pray.
You are what it says, addicts, and psychos at play."
So gossip did spread at the Golden Bulls will,
Enough for the temper of all the princes to fill.
But what could they do, their dream stood intact,
And many still loved them and continued the pact.
For They were Libertines forever it seemed,
For they still saw Arcadia whenever they dreamed.
So for the sake of the dream and the followers needs,
They continue to sail and plant Libertine seeds.
But the blasphemous bull who spreads hate and deceits,
continues to damage the faith of all Libertines it
meets.
Part V
Arcadia is far in the distance it seems,
Will the princes reach the isle of dreams?
Tis the choice of the inhabitants of the Albion ship,
Whether they have the love and devotion to complete
their trip.
Dreams are forged, by men such as they
who fly their banner high, in the heavens to sway.
And one day indeed, a dream came along;
to sail away from this place through the power of song.
So these four princes, or kings if you like,
Began to plan for their trip, their pilgrimage, their
hike.
And with hearts full of joy, adventure and love,
They set off from the dock with a preemptory shove.
Part II
Soon into their journey a thought crossed their lips;
"What shall we call this vessel, the most perfect of
ships?"
Through collective insight an idea emerged,
And soon, it was the good ship 'Albion', and through
the water it surged.
Once again, after a short travellers time,
a thought struck them down, and together the chime,
"But where are we going at so great a speed?
We have left home behind, but what way do we need?"
The answer came, from a voice still unknown,
For surely four men could not create it alone.
"To Arcadia, travellers. To Arcadia you'll go,
And all who will follow you, the Albion will stow."
The princes agreed, and searched their maps for the
isle.
But thrice searches left them in a sense of denial.
"Arcadia exists, but here it is not,
Perhaps this map has suffered a rot!"
But to the truthful conclusion, the princes soon came.
"Their is no place on this earth with Arcadia the name."
"Then how do we get there?" The topic was soon.
"We must make it, with others by the light of the moon."
Part III
So off they did set, powered by song;
To find those people, who will be Arcadians before long.
Many were moved by their raucous guitar playing,
And decided to join the journey by saying:
"I am a libertine, forever it seems.
Because I see Arcadia in all of my dreams."
This initiation done, the ship went on sailing,
Both the guitars and the voices aboard kept on wailing.
Part IV
As they ship became fuller, almost to the brim,
The fortunes of the Princes began to turn grim.
For aboard Albion were those, with who a fickle nature
resided,
For they listened to the prophecies of the Golden Bull
and decided:
"Tis true what it says, this Golden Bull to whom we
pray.
You are what it says, addicts, and psychos at play."
So gossip did spread at the Golden Bulls will,
Enough for the temper of all the princes to fill.
But what could they do, their dream stood intact,
And many still loved them and continued the pact.
For They were Libertines forever it seemed,
For they still saw Arcadia whenever they dreamed.
So for the sake of the dream and the followers needs,
They continue to sail and plant Libertine seeds.
But the blasphemous bull who spreads hate and deceits,
continues to damage the faith of all Libertines it
meets.
Part V
Arcadia is far in the distance it seems,
Will the princes reach the isle of dreams?
Tis the choice of the inhabitants of the Albion ship,
Whether they have the love and devotion to complete
their trip.
