(by: Philippe Beauvais) Stepped into a beginning tale Where it is Forever the Night Maybe I will live enough to tell A story from so far so close to the heart Rainbow petals twirling in the night A garden growing in the dark Responding choirs from the stars Magical voices heard about everywhere Hiding so softly, just for a moment Safely away, all alone to play Stepped into an enchanting tale Where the wind blows into its flute Where trees play harp so magically Into the woods of Forgotten-Lands A small tribe stands around a fire Accompanying the melody Accompanied by an unknown voice With strange instruments from another time and place Hiding so softly, just for a moment Safely away, all alone to play Far away, around the fire Tribal Dreams, humble fantasies