Trelawny Lawn

The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field The prophet deems snow The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth Laments the dawn Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat Is but a pawn Oh sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet The bullfinch rumbles The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay The unicorn bids you stay