A call to life beyond the stars, why Jupiter, Mars and Neptune too close, too soon. Days of night hidden deep, why sleep and dream seldom seem in daylight’s mission creep. Where worse and oft are never seen having been forgotten, replaced by fat and tender lean. What types and season absent sign find their promise to misalign. In dwelt he felt this prison dreary of their intent and love his mind quite leery. To loft and sight beyond the rim stolen light and ring from him. Given gain and losing sight beset and grounded to miserable plight. Rampart run and shadow’s flushed painted deep and lightly brushed. In swell the seas our waves retreat having hope on Mercy Seat. To judgment I reluctant not regarding days that time forgot.

Remiss at best his meek request to see the land beyond the rise, wearing crowns of scope and size. To prize befit an autumn lass with thoughts of frill and shiny brass. What lad has won shall soon be lost into this ring the brutal tossed. Each welp a youth or brigand born some shoes made fine and others worn, some sheared of beard some hearts be torn. To risk and mirth and pride they dance, knowing now their only chance to taste the sweet fest and romance pine to be alone we must incline. Where to now and when and how at this the stagehand took his bow. To breast and keep our minds find rest knowing that we’ve done the best. My bucklers rust and chestnut corn the breeches Dad had never worn to kiss the rose and regret the thorn to grass and stone we all must mourn.

Love then fear then toast then tear charming ears for another year. Some gone and come some scheduled song, few would ever be around that long. And Bride to night the light dost keep through secret tunnel and dungeon’s deep. To flight the way of august bird sounding pitch and memory heard. To court and priest the whispered few sleeping sound across the pew. The thatch of roof and rain be swept now must we go to where it’s kept? And fight with ghosts or spirits spread to some breathe life even after dead. What guest has peered beyond the page to read the script and reach the stage? Oh, to this lovely land be raised, I will see the one so often praised.