In the Halls of the Great Mountain King

In the Halls of the Great Mountain King,

There sat a bewitching maiden who sings

Songs of an impending doom and a day of reckoning,

Brought forth by the Behemoth King, at his beckoning.

The Golden court beheld me in its presence,

Strange was it, for the Mountain King's absence.

But lone wasn't I, for the singing maiden held me in her gaze,

And as I returned that stare, I became trapped in her maze.

Against a rainbow twilight the still unknown saga began,

If my heart wasn't taken I would have ran.

Such are the fashions of the dreams that afflict me,

Worse than nightmares are the sights I see,

For the effect lingers even in my waking hours,

And strange shadows evade my sight, as I cower.

The eerie dream has come to me four times in the last year,

Leaving behind a chill in my heart, of both love and fear.

Why do I feel this way for that maiden of the Golden Court?

Strange is this emotion, foreign to me is its origin in short.

Oft of an unrequited love bores the creation of our misery,

Of what mine was begotten is an uncanny mystery to me,

But somewhere in the Halls of the Great Mountain King,

I may yet find the answers, for all the eyes to be seen.