A lone griffin looks for a special object.
|In the crystal cove
Where the griffin roams
He seeks a treasure
That none can measure.
The crystal sings
What the wind brings
His heart yearns for a special key
That will return him to his place of being.
For years he wondered through the world of men
When he stepped through a portal in a leafy glen
To be in his magical realm his heart yearns
To frolic and fly with when he at last returns
With the unicorns, phoenixes, and among the ferns
This key was a stone that a wizard formed.
That opened a mysterious, forbidden door
To use his dark power to enslave and conform
It was this brave griffin who chased him back to his place
To the mortal abode and its cosmic space.
When the wizard died he left in a scroll
The place of the stone in this crystal hold.
In the heart if this labyrinth he beheld with his eyes
The stone key floating with an ocean’s blue shine.
He grasped it with his claw and spoke the incantation
That was likewise in the scroll as his heart felt elation.
Than a portal appeared like star in the heavens
Which he passed through to be in their presence.
And so it was that he spoke of Man’s’ realm
In his own land that he loved and dwelled.