Legend And The Lore - Falconer

Forgotten and concealed

Are the tales of old

Yet the spirits of the field

I do behold

A mist-like shape reveals

The fiddler in his prime

It’s an act through the time

Under the starlit sky

Shadows come alive

Chapters of laughter and a sigh

They do revive

The mist-like shape entwines

The legend and the lore

Into a conviction unsure