I wish I was born in the times of Old,
Where the tales of Gods were the histories told.
Were bodies were of steel and hearts of gold,
Where between city and forest there was no threshold.

I wish I was born in the days of truth,
Where there was purity in the faces of youth.
Where valour and honour were the themes of life,
Where there existed pain but no suffering or strife.

I wish I was born in the times of true art,
Where old souls incarnated with a vintage heart.
With strong will and youthful eyes,
And intellect, both mystical and wise.

I wish I was born in the times of Old,
Where the tales of Gods were the histories told.
When there existed dragon riders and not slayers,
Where heard were wishes and answered were prayers.