Here lieth the lady within the stone,

Beyond the pastures and fields of green.

And Though her aspect has so deathly grown

There breath might be beneath the mountain’s sheen.

A spell has cast our fair lady too deep -

Her eyes, once stars, have cursed this golden land

For we may not rest while she stays asleep

But only seek to free the maiden’s hand.

Solve this riddle to find she who is lost:

What colour are the broken raven’s wings?

What hue opposes the cold winter’s frost?

What wears both shades in vibrant little rings?

I am near the rock and the hollowed hill,

And Drink the sweeter stuff of evening’s dew.

all that is sought lays upon the crowned hill,

round the maid, find my mirror image true.

If thou be wise, know that I wait above…

The stars are gold tonight, by the green tree.

My touch ‘tis chill, yet ‘twould bring thee thy love,

the key to the dark lies in tapestry.

This riddling craft surely puzzles thee much,

But not near as much as that secret place…

Find the armor that knows the maiden’s touch,

The silver thing that bears her lovely face.

Waste no time, even with memories sweet,

The past must still be laid to quiet rest.

Remember that a dog thou wilt soon meet

Bears no great truths, but wears the needed crest.

By moonlit pine and swift wandering star,

By sunflowers bright and a starry night,

The treasure thou searches for cannot be far

If thy heart doth follow all that ‘tis right.

By the Webster’s rule, what is a lady?

A queen or maiden, owning a knight’s love…

So thou art the knight, and her humble bee,

But seek now to find the red words above.

A warning for the wise, beware the dark,

Not all the dragons burn with open fire.

Serpent scales await thee, and bear the mark

Of my lady’s heart, her growing desire.

The hour is growing nearer, oh knight,

And thy wit will lead thee to the shadow.

But thou must wait for the time to be right,

And when the ringing comes, go and follow.

thy wit must be great, to lead thee here,

But here is the clue most terrible yet:

What do the snakes of ancient greece fear,

save a warrior they cannot forget?