So the elder had filled His head with tales And led him wrong, led him wrong Thus the quest for glory Was put aside But not for long, not for long For many a night he awoke with a fright but Time heals all wounds So the question remained And unresolved As days went by, months went by And the feeling retained Was something hard To cla**ify, cla**ify Suspicion of something Majestic and full of wonder The tugging of fate, to seek out the great When none around him Showed themselves Worthy of Following Came the time Dreams were born Visions of One man One King One Man