Going to see that lady of Wizardry.
In the grey house of mystery.
Over the bridge, strong and earthy.
Finding my path to bravery.
Not to be judged lightly.
But cured for all eternity.
Bending, a bow to the Queen, so ghostly.
In the castle of life, so empty.
Far from again being carefree.
Finding my journey to longevity.
Not to be forlorn and angry.
But face friends and foe all calmly.
Searching to see her hidden beauty.
In the distant Abbey, so eerie.
Over the boundaries, through the valley.
Finding my river of destiny.
Not to be trialed for my sanity.
But unveiled, for all humanity.
Ivor Steven (c)