The curtain lifts, the mystery unfolding
Behind the scenes of a tale so old.
About a story as old as time,
About a memory foretold by rhymes.
The air innocent like a slumbering child.
The grass as fresh as crystal river
The Chariot waits on a peaceful sleep
Longing for the Rider to claim his keep.
Alas! He came with the smiling eyes
His voice a whisper to her eager heart.
Intense as a thunder, as dark as the night,
As soft as a cloud, as gentle as the light.
He took the Chariot and ride the wind.
Fast and dangerous, yet so sweet.
Fate roars, but he held on tight
The Chariot on his arms, easing her fright.
And wept they did, for the path ahead
Rocks and thickets, full of threats.
"I'm cruel! I'm harsh!" the Future told,
But nothing could ever break
The Rider's hold!
