Without a lying centaur
There is hardly room for flight,
Hardly time to come around
Into the battle ground
Without a thousand windowsills
Fighting to see the light,
I’d never be able to win a lady
Like eyes of my dear Queen Night.
Without a legend to run away
Into the darkest fight,
What good would valiant horses have
If days were love and gait.
Without a trail of mystery
What good would bows and arrows be?
If animals had thicker skin;
My time is coming in.