AT THE CROSSROADS

1) i went to the valley one day,

where soldiers go when they're slain,

maimed, blown apart, battle stained,

o'er yonder hill, forest, and plain.

i saw soldiers, all hero famed,

who marched to their graves, the unnamed,

the bold and the brave, whom glory claimed,

who burnt bright till their very last flame.

2) i went to the crossroads one night,

i saw the adversary, i put up a fight,

he offered me gold for my flight,

and a seat from the cloud tops height.

i couldn't tell which way was right,

when sent to the crossroads that night,

so i leant to the cross, to the glorious light,

and i went to the morning star bright.

3) i went on a wondrous quest,

i was given a battered bronze breast,

once worn on the chest, of a hero, no less,

who once passed a most dangerous test.

He put a dark dragon to rest,

and sent it to sleep in its nest.

now triumph blessed, at heavens high crest,

he is crowned in true gloriousness.

4) i woke from a peculiar dream,

thinking things are not quite as they seem,

and realities seams, are torn, rent, and peeling,

and it's given me a rather strange feeling.

i've been here before it's revealing,

by its mystical enshrouded meaning,

i'm wailing, i'm keening, i'm falling, i'm reeling,

so i'll go back to sleep, back to dreaming!

SHOESTRING SHANE