Tapestry

My life has been a tapestry
 Of rich and royal hue
 An everlasting vision
 Of the ever-changing view
 A wond'rous woven magic
 In bits of blue and gold
 A tapestry to feel and see
 Impossible to hold
 Once amid the soft silver
 Sadness in the sky
 There came a man of fortune
 A drifter passing by
 He wore a torn and tattered cloth
 Around his leathered hide
 And a coat of many colors
 Yellow, green, on either side
 
 He moved with some uncertainty
 As if he didn't know
 Just what he was there for
 Or where he ought to go
 Once he reached for something
 Golden hanging from a tree
 And his hand came down empty
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 Soon within my tapestry
 Along the rutted road
 He sat down on a river rock
 And turned into a toad
 It seemed that he had fallen
 Into someone's wicked spell
 And I wept to see him suffer
 Though I didn't know him well
 As I watched in sorrow
 There suddenly appeared
 A figure gray and ghostly
 Beneath a flowing beard
 In times of deepest darkness
 I've seen him dressed in black
 Now my tapestry's unraveling
 He's come to take me back
 He's come to take me back