Once again left the rider

With no clue where to do

Helpless and frustrated

He began to wander in woe



He wandered here and where

Without a place to go

Nights fell and days damned

Onwards he just rode

The trees dropped their leaves

Soon the first snow would fall

A lonely rider was sleeping

Beside the ancient stonewall



"Behing the wall is a realm no man dares to go

There thou find the answers... or not...

Wise and old is the keeper of the stone

The stone sees days - passed and to come"



The rider heard the voice

Whispering these words

Where it came or who it was

A delusion he had heard?

Snowflakes drew a picture

Right on his eyes

A line of hills behind forest

Where dusk colours the sky



"Behing the wall is a realm no man dares to go

There thou find the answers... or not...

Wise and old is the keeper of the stone

The stone sees days - passed and to come"



When the sun appeared over the woods on the horizon

The rider sat thinking was it a dream or real

In a moment he mounted the horse, began to search

For a gate to enter the unknown realm