Last of the Mighty

Lady in Darkness
Words and Music by Thomas Bordeaux


My last night in Cynauga
The fire burning low
I was harping to a sleeping court
This time a year ago
As my fingers found a dancing tune
A movement caught my eye
A lady danced there in the dark
As time passed slowly by

Her face was lost in darkness
And the swirling of her hair
She seemed almost a vision
Made of shadows and night air
And softly I could hear the sounds
Of bare feet on the stone
So I played another highland tune
As she danced on along

Dance lady dance there in your halls of stone
The harping is my gift to you
But the magic is your own

And so the night continued on
And clammed us as its own
The harp the hall the living air
And the rhythm on the stone
'Till dawn came with its thieving light
And cast its talons long
I turned to set my harp aside
Turned back and she was gone.

I wondered then just what she was
To make her home the night
And why with dawn's first echoing
She chose to take her flight
But it matters not what face she wears
Or how strange this all seems
When sleep has wrapped me in its arms
She dances though my dreams

Dance lady dance there in your halls of stone
The harping is my gift to you
But the magic is your own

So I'm going back to Stephan's Hall
To harp in darkness there
And listen for her fleeting steps
In the turning autumn air
But this time in the shadows soft
She will not dance alone
I'll harp another night away
To clam her for my own

Dance lady dance there in your halls of stone
The harping is my gift to you
But the magic is your own

Dance lady dance there in your halls of stone
The harping is my gift to you
But the magic is your own

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