I see a shining hill with the wind blowing close
On this hill I see a bright figure bearing near
'tis such a fine day to be here
But I know not where I be
Then I see him, 'tis the fool I see
Glowing white gowns are blown in the breeze
And on the breeze I smell wondrous spice
From another world
The white fool moves closer and closer
'til he is upon me
yet still I see not his face
He stands afore me so proud and sure
Then he links me arm in arm
and goes on his way
I be then forced to follow as he wanders up the hill
Then I be hearing music in my ears
Then around me I see dancing figures
All barely as high as my feet
'tis the little people the voice in my head is saying
With them comes the smell o! spices on the breeze
then the fool claps his hands
and the sound o! thunder fills the sky
The fool then laughs his gleeful laugh
And all the faerie be then disappearing
and in my heart I learn the meaning for fear
I feel the stirring of desire within
And I sense that what I be feeling was never meant for me
Then the white fool does speak
And I cannot help but listen
'let my words cut your ice little child
My legend lives on in your world and mine
I come here to show you fear
Think yourself lucky I come not to take you with me
Now that would be fearful'
With that in a flash of white he disappeared
Then I be left on my own
I follow a stream then that leads me back home
Only on waking I forget
'til now when I write I remember
'tis strange I know his name
