Dying of the Light

Original Tune

From the book, Dying of the Light by G.R.R. Martin.

The whisper jewel is whispering
A story I can tell myself,
And I used to.
It starts with Guinevere in blue,
But always it comes back to you, my Jenny.

And the planet dies around us,
And the cities are foresworn,
There's nothing left for you and I,
As night falls on Worlorn.

The hunters glide around us,
And the cities will not hide,
The deadened love that chases us,
More relentless than our pride.

For the light is slowly dying,
And we haven't got much chance,
How can I even save you,
When you won't untie my hands?

The whisper of the laser beams
Tell a story that's so old,
That somehow,
I used to be Lancelot the bold
It always comes back to you, Jenny.

May 22, 2000

If you don't read G. R. R. Martin, you should. Just my two cents.