In the shadows of the meadow when the
day is growing young
In the mist upon the moors where the
pegasi have run
In the cloud about the mountain with
the water clear and cool
There's a secret in obscurity you
cannot learn at school,
It is light and full of mystery
It is shadow in the night
It is vague and full of chance
Where the sidhe were known to dance,
It is blending
It is changing
It is different
Just the same
Ever tending
Ever ranging
Ever watchful
Of the game,
By the light not seen by ferns neath
the canopy of time
By the song not sung by words in a
flowing ancient rhyme
By the scent of clearest water where
the unicorn doth dwell
There's a secret in obscurity that nary
a soul can tell,
You must listen in the sunlight thus to
the shadows stray
You must watch within the night and by
the veils of the day
You must follow every pattern with no
ripples from your flow
When this pattern you can follow then
the secret you will know,
There's a secret in obscurity that
never will be taught
For it stems from personalities and
traits that can be wrought.
