High in the mountains
Weathered in cold
A man of young
Has now grown old
Once an enchanter
So the story is told
Lost his life
And sold his soul
His song is heard
On mountains high
His song is known
As ‘Daniel’s Cry’
His cry of plea
His cry of mercy
His cry of blood
His cry of entreaty
A cry of life
Lost to the devil
A cry of soul
Forsaken to hell
The story begins
In the quixotic days
Of an Utopian in love
A beauty they say
The name was Lynore
A Portuguese pulchritude
With ivory skin
And eyes of dawn
Trapped in her love
Sweetest of the kind
Daniel in love
An amazing sight
Lynore was killed
A riding accident
Daniel divine
Driven to madness
Called onto the devil
In grief, in desperation
Abdicating his soul
For the life of his passion
She came unto him
Beauty beyond compare
After a while, in love
With someone else
The devil was conniving
Daniel a poignant fool
For the sake of his love
His soul cast to hell
Now, Daniel cries
On the mountain high
Alone in despair
Confined in his lair
His song has haunted
Many a ear
Daniel’s cry!
... Another metaphor
Lynette Dias ~ 1996 – ©Copyright Lynette Dias-Gouveia
Lynette Dias Gouveia
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