Sarephim's World Of Magick

Minstrel Mage

From distant stars in ancient age,
Came a wandering minstrel mage,
He hitched a ride on a shooting star,
That�s how he got here from so far,

A creature from beyond the void,
Surfing the tail of a flaming asteroid,
He came to see what he could find,
An enigma he�s one of a kind,

The last one of an ancient race,
A strange man with a blue face,
Of old wisdoms he doth talk,
On his shoulder sits a hawk,

He speaks of patience and of love,
He tells me things of god above,
He fills my soul with peace and light,
He is the Angel of my delight,

Along the path he guides us all,
There to pick us up if we should fall,
He�ll get us all there in the end,
Thank you Merlin, your a Godsend.

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw