let my inspiration flow in token rhyme suggesting rhythm that will not forsake you til my tale is told and done while the firelight s aglow strange shadows from the flames will grow til things we ve never seen will seem familiar shadows of a sailor forming winds both foul and fair all swarm down in carlisle he loved a lady many years ago here beside him stands a man a soldier by the looks of him who came through many fights but lost at love while the storyteller speaks a door within the fire creaks and suddenly flies open a girl is standing there eyes alight with glowing hair all that fancy paints as fair she takes her fan and throws it to the lion s den which of you to gain me tell will risk uncertain pains of hell i will not forgive you if you will not take a chance the soldier gave at least a try soldier being much too wise strategy was his strength not disaster the sailor coming out again the lady fairly leapt at him that s how it stands today you decide if he was wise the storyteller makes no choice soon you will not hear his voice his job is to shed light not to master to master