From the Land beyond the clouds...

A song is sung in taverns all over the four lands,

Of a girl, whose beauty and smile are now part of legends,

With eyes as seductive as the first snowflake of winter,

Whose laughter could make your heart warm, yet with delight, shiver.

Her lips, a luscious natural pink,

Looking at them made you feel an autumn's wink.

You could see her walking down the sea shore on a moonlit night,

Dresses in white flowing robes, she was as precious as starlight.

Her hair, black as a moonless night,

Turned men into poets, swords abandoned in an urge to write,

She yearned to play with the moon and the stars,

Sensual yet simple, she always smiled, hiding her scars.

She always wanted to go to the land beyond the clouds,

The secret of the journey was a mystery it wore as a shroud,

Yet she always believed,

She knew, one day, she would succeed.

As the sun and the moon played with each other,

The day turned to night in a moments wonder,

She ran to the sea shore and found a path made of moonlight,

And stepped on it without a hint of fright.

On nights, when the minds of men are fertile,

You can see her smile,

For on the moonless nights, she is the skylight,

Ever a wonder and delight.

From the land beyond the clouds