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

The boatman to the sound of his heartbeat
in the silent approach of the dawn
He glanced through the at mist on the lake
hung like a shroud in the still of the morn
The silver spun with the dew
Hung the bushes in filigree splendour
And lilies asleep on the lake
Were so delicate, tranquil and tender.
The boat man sighed as he strode the woods
To the place his boat lay moored to a stake
The hollow sound as his footsteps
the sound was lost on the lake
He cast off, the boat from the shore
Peering a head damp clinging haze
He thought that he saw swirling shapes
A trick on the eyes the mist often plays.
So intent was the boatman on crossing the
That he failed to notice the that flowed
Leading his from familiar parts
He was firmly, yet somehow unknowingly,
All at the mist seemed to lift
Sufficient to show the boatman a
That he'd seen in the whole of his life
Unnaturally deep, and silent, and cool.
The shirt clung to his back
He was sweating both from and fear
He had the sensation that was watching
He felt the presence of near
An invisible prevented him moving
The strength of his arms was sapped
The twisted converged round the lake
a fish in a net he was trapped.
Suddenly out of the water him
The form of a maiden appeared
in shimmering radiant robes
The materialised as she neared
The hair finely crowned her head
Was a of golden reflecting the sun
All of the beautiful of time
Were all at once into one.
She handed the boatman the sword she was
Which flashed irridescent his eyes
Excalibur was hardly a match
For a sword that simple defies
The boatman transfixed by her gaze
Which reached to the of his very soul
To he who could conquer the of life
She herself as a whole.
The vanished before his gaze
Leaving him clutching the in his fist
The on the nape of his neck seemed to stiffen
A creature approached him from out of the
It was powerful, huge and yet stupid
For it held right back and to attack
The boatman struck at its stupid eyes
And it to the ground and lay on its back.
Without a the sky seemed to blacken
As though the sun were in eclipse
The crouched low as a vast eagle swooped
And a horrified cry from his lips
It before him with pride in its bearing
Admiring its talons both and cruel
Taking advantage the boatman fast
And the slid to the depths of the pool.
The terrified boatman moving his boat
But his pole had roots in the watery deep
The bank grew alive with the of a snake
And all you could hear was its and creep
It an envious stare at the boatman
Slid into the water and to the boat
He hypnotised by its green jealous eyes
As it came from the water and coiled his throat.
As its coils tightened slowly his breath in gasps
As he choked so he lifted the sword in
As the snake was still he severed its head
And in death the snake's coils wild in the air
The boatman wiped the from his brow
His was pounding as never before
His eyes like a lizard's tongue darted
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 from its jowls
Hatred deep in his eyes
Which glowed like coals from Hades
It seemed to grow as it and snarled
And watched as the boatman to tire.
It was almost as though the wolf had
For it did not attack as the had done
But bided its time until the was right
And as the boatman stared into the sun
But the boatman too had learned to back
And holding his sword as though a
He plunged it deep into the heart
Then fell to his and prayed for his life.
As he a hand on his shoulder he whirled
To find the maiden by his
She smiled and the world seemed to before him
He tried to speak but his was tied
You must plunge the sword deep my heart
Lest I should crumble into
She offered the boatman the of life
And love, if he but conquer lust.
She her breasts before his eyes
The still was stricken dumb
He the sword back into the water
Back to the depths from it had come
The water him began to boil
The maiden began to wither
His was swamped as the creatures arose
And evil for another day.