Luyện nghe bài hát The Vision Of The Lady Of The Lake

The boatman rose to the sound of his
Loud in the silent of the dawn
He glanced through the at mist on the lake
Which hung a shroud in the still of the morn
The silver spun with the dew
from the bushes in filigree splendour
And lilies asleep on the lake
Were reflected so delicate, and tender.
The boat man as he strode through the woods
To the place his boat lay moored to a stake
The hollow as his footsteps echoed
Until the was lost on the lake
He cast off, poling the boat from the
Peering a head damp clinging haze
He thought that he saw strange swirling
A trick on the eyes the mist often plays.
So intent was the boatman on the lake
That he failed to notice the that flowed
his boat from familiar parts
He was firmly, yet somehow unknowingly,
All at once the mist to lift
Sufficient to the boatman a pool
That he'd seen in the whole of his life
deep, black and silent, and cool.
The boatman's shirt to his back
He was sweating both exertion and fear
He had the sensation someone was watching
He the presence of somebody near
An invisible force prevented him
The strength of his was utterly sapped
The twisted bushes converged round the
a fish in a net he was trapped.
Suddenly out of the before him
The wraith-like form of a maiden
in shimmering radiant robes
The maiden materialised as she
The hair which finely crowned her
Was a halo of reflecting the sun
All of the women of time
Were formed all at once one.
She the boatman the sword she was holding
Which irridescent before his eyes
Excalibur surely was hardly a
For a sword simple description defies
The boatman stood by her gaze
Which reached to the depths of his very
To he who conquer the evils of life
She offered as a whole.
The maiden vanished before his
him clutching the sword in his fist
The hairs on the nape of his seemed to stiffen
A creature approached him from out of the
It was powerful, and yet stupid indeed
For it held back and failed to attack
The boatman struck at its small eyes
And it to the ground and lay on its back.
Without a warning the sky seemed to
As the sun were in total eclipse
The boatman crouched low as a eagle swooped
And a horrified cry from his lips
It strutted before him pride in its bearing
its talons both vicious and cruel
Taking advantage the struck fast
And the slid to the depths of the pool.
The terrified boatman tried his boat
But his had grown roots in the watery deep
The bank grew with the coils of a snake
And all you could hear was its and creep
It cast an stare at the boatman
Slid into the water and to the boat
He stood hypnotised by its green eyes
As it came the water and coiled round his throat.
As its coils tightened slowly his came in gasps
As he choked so he lifted the sword in
As the snake was still gloating he its head
And in death the snake's coils wild in the air
The wiped the sweat from his brow
His heart was pounding as never
His like a lizard's tongue darted around
Not daring to rest for a or more.
An involuntary shiver went up his
As he heard the sound of howls
A wolf appeared on the of the pool
Saliva dripped its loathsome jowls
Hatred smouldered deep in his
glowed like coals from Hades fire
It to grow as it crouched and snarled
And as the boatman began to tire.
It was almost as though the wolf had
For it did not attack as the had done
But bided its time the moment was right
And sprang as the boatman stared the sun
But the boatman too had to hold back
And holding his sword as though a
He plunged it deep into the heart
Then fell to his knees and for his life.
As he felt a on his shoulder he whirled
To find the by his side
She smiled and the world to open before him
He tried to but his tongue was tied
You must plunge the deep into my heart
Lest I crumble into dust
She offered the the meaning of life
And love, if he but conquer lust.
She bared her breasts before his
The still was stricken dumb
He flung the sword back the water
Back to the from which it had come
The water around him to boil
The began to wither away
His was swamped as the creatures arose
And evil lived for day.