This path I tread is new and strange
As I feast upon the morning's thistle
My patience is radiant on this forest range
And "Foxglaive" is upon my head's sigil

I see their faces, as they look upon mine
Young and old, fawn and elder
Our lives have thus been intertwined
To inspire, entertain, and bewilder

Take the road to the once built home
Where man in his glory lived and thrived
And find here the ancient sacred tome
Where nostalgia now I have derived

I am a nomad, a wanderer, a pilgrim
Yet now I have found a place to rest
Now I study of this Forest's whim
The magic that crowns my crest