A World Not Ready

I've walked the path, the lonely winter road Through desolate forests and dismal plains I rode into forgotten lands, and saw the ruins Crumbling at my feet, no more than a memory A life spent searching, for a world long gone A life wasted, for this world long gone A worn and tired soul, a brittle husk A fading memory, a world not ready I've gazed into the stars, and have seent he universe Yet I still wander, endlessly searching For that which can't be found, yearning for a taste Of the old magic, of the true magic I am not he who shot the albatross I am not he who has but one eye I call upon the dead and their ancient wisdom But it is in vein, this world's not ready Worship the cult, the legend lives on If only in faded memories Remembered by few, from myth to fantasy Forever the mysticism lives