To greet the Seventh Lord of the seventh age

On the dreamy ground we walked upon
Towns people flocked inside with their eyes all amazed

All seen by Zeus performing scenes in the magical way

A new world to be found
The day the circus came to town
As the circus finally changed it's invisible course

On the very last day
Each vision transported multitudes inventing light
Grecian galleons, the sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon
Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around

Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by
"Was that something beautiful, amazing
The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great
Bringing out the strangest visions in perfect harmony round

Any dreams he asked would they like to have seen
A fanfare rang out in an incredible sound
The Seven Lords of the Mountains of Time
A play of millions roared along
Dropping violet, red and emerald snow
No tigers, no bears, no cand-floss, toffee apples, no clowns"
For what seemed only just a moment in time
A unicorn headed the mystical way
Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder to behold
Civil wars where F-Brothers fought and killed their friendship with hate
On the very final day
There then arose where nothing really stood there before
From historical or mythical scenes

"Oh, it was okay, but there were no clowns, no lions
Then there above their heads just as vivid as life
Wonderful, extraordinary, beautiful?"
Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies all in colors of jade
I turned to my son and said
Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play
Outside great animals as tame as the trees
Tuning their colors with indigo and gold
Angels high in starlight dancing streets
A giant tent rising one thousand feet high from the floor