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

The boatman to the sound of his heartbeat
Loud in the approach of the dawn
He glanced through the window at on the lake
Which hung like a shroud in the of the morn
The cobwebs spun with the dew
Hung the bushes in filigree splendour
And water lilies 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 as his footsteps echoed
Until the sound was on the lake
He cast off, the boat from the shore
Peering a head through clinging haze
He that he saw strange swirling shapes
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
Leading his boat from parts
He was firmly, yet somehow unknowingly,
All at once the seemed to lift
to show the boatman a pool
That he'd seen in the whole of his life
deep, black and silent, and cool.
The shirt clung to his back
He was sweating both exertion and fear
He had the sensation that someone was
He felt the presence of near
An invisible force him moving
The strength of his arms was sapped
The bushes converged round the lake
a fish in a net he was trapped.
Suddenly out of the water him
The wraith-like form of a appeared
Clad in shimmering radiant
The maiden as she neared
The hair which crowned her head
Was a halo of reflecting the sun
All of the beautiful women of
Were all at once into one.
She handed the the sword she was holding
Which flashed irridescent his eyes
Excalibur surely was a match
For a sword that simple description
The stood transfixed by her gaze
Which reached to the depths of his very
To he who conquer the evils of life
She herself as a whole.
The vanished before his gaze
him clutching the sword in his fist
The on the nape of his neck seemed to stiffen
A approached him from out of the mist
It was powerful, and yet stupid indeed
For it right back and failed to attack
The boatman struck at its small eyes
And it crashed to the and lay on its back.
Without a warning the sky to blacken
As though the sun were in eclipse
The boatman low as a vast eagle swooped
And a horrified cry from his lips
It strutted before him with pride in its
Admiring its both vicious and cruel
Taking the boatman struck fast
And the eagle to the depths of the pool.
The terrified tried moving his boat
But his pole had grown roots in the watery
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 the water and coiled round his throat.
As its tightened slowly his breath came in gasps
As he choked so he the sword in despair
As the was still gloating he severed its head
And in death the snake's coils wild in the air
The boatman the sweat from his brow
His heart was pounding as before
His eyes like a lizard's darted around
Not daring to for a minute or more.
An involuntary went up his spine
As he heard the sound of howls
A wolf appeared on the of the pool
Saliva dripped its loathsome 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 as though the wolf had learned
For it did not as the others had done
But its time until the moment was right
And sprang as the boatman stared the sun
But the too had learned to hold back
And holding his sword as a knife
He plunged it deep into the wolf's
Then fell to his and prayed for his life.
As he felt a hand on his he whirled
To the maiden by his side
She smiled and the world to open before him
He to speak but his tongue was tied
You must plunge the deep into my heart
Lest I should crumble into
She offered the the meaning of life
And love, if he but conquer lust.
She her breasts before his eyes
The still was stricken dumb
He flung the sword back into the
Back to the depths which it had come
The water around him to boil
The began to wither away
His boat was as the creatures arose
And evil for another day.