Sleep of a Thousand Tears
DAVE BROCK, MICHAEL MOORCOCK
With your white arms wrapped about me
And locked in embrace so cold
We slept a thousand years or more
To awake in a land of gold
Where the king of the world was a creature
Both man and woman and beast
Under a landscape boiled with a million strange flowers
And the sun set in the east
And we were heroes, you and I
By virtue of age and skill
And we rode to the land
At the edge of the skies
To an emerald tower on a hill