When the bear shall lie down with the horse.
This broken fate, A memory would be too easy, The broken is my own, The fate is given me, Just wait ‘til we reach the place where The bear and horse they sleep With angry eyelids and accursed frowns Hand in hand, pretending One is a fearsome monster (or perhaps prince) from a fairy tale And the other a beautiful unicorn (or perhaps maiden), please Don’t misunderstand. This is what they are.
