Not far from home they did rest for a night
They were building a lair near a fountain
And this treasure he beared ,always kept it in sight
In a bag at his belt, save forever
He did lay it beside as he drifted away
He did not recognize a snake appearing
It slipped into his bag ,took his place in eternity
By the blink of an eye a dream was destroyed ,into the never
All the glory of war and the fame are a masquerade
And the life that you search for...forever a dream, it has always been...