North Face of The Red King

The rusted chains of prison moons,

Are shattered by the sun.

I walk a road, horizons change;

The tournament's begun.

The purple piper plays his tune,

The choir softly sing:

Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,

For the Court of the Crimson King.

(King Crimson - 1969)

Telephoto view of Courthouse Butte, as seen from the eastern base of
Cathedral Rock (AZ).

September 16, 2009


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