"To Make a Star" written April 27, 1998

I sit down and mourn the passing of power,
	Of knights and magic, chivalry so bright.
Ohh to return to thy glorious hour.
	With reason off season, might was so right.
The age of the castle, bright shining spears
	sword and axe cleaning dire evil away.
Shadows receding, optimistic fears,
	The smoke that makes dark, uncovering day.
The magic of lands forgotten, bereft.
	In this techno age, clear romance a sin.
No knights in fair armor for they have all left.
	Gone to their offices, return not again.
All of my hope focused in heaven afar.
Long gone fine magic put in one bright star.




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