mystery tramp

the moon king is coming in shadow of shame

tethered his horse to a star

the milky white monster rushed through the sky

and the thought of light is faster than light

and the knight of nights is a single black cat

who crosses your path as you move on through time

while the party tricks and the parlour games

have all become a burden to me

the line that defines us is just like yon river

it wanders oh baby the way that it flows

my head is an instrument needing restringing

my heart is an ache that wakes up my head

in the middle of dreams

in the cold light of green

the way that the water whirls in a pool

the masquers arrive in a swarm of intrigue

and the moon king comes

riding an earth