The words arise,
the words do come,
telling the story
of the Midnight Sun.
I know not what,
these words now mean,
for they make no sense
to this old Sage,
to write or expound;
Please turn the page.
The words arise,
the words do come,
telling the story
of the Midnight Sun.
I know not what,
these words now mean,
for they make no sense
to this old Sage,
to write or expound;
Please turn the page.