Never has it been easy for men to keep promises
for sun, the moon, the stars to brighten dusky valleys
Comforting it is to dream
for a mouse to soar as an eagle
for a cat to roar as a lion
for a man to be the other man
Revolutions they pledge in passion
as they stagger, hunted by wolves mounted on raven horses
Mortified pride rumbles
his whole form constricted in a single tight fist
promises Camelot
At times, the dream descends on to men
Then they hunt
as wolves mounted on raven horses
