Tears of sorrow
Stars of light
Songs of lovers
Tales of might
The poet harping
The lovers swooning
The writers trancing
The minstrels tuning
Where did all
The ages go?
The years of joy
And light and show?
The years of song
And prose and play?
The days of deeds
Now gone away?
With few relics left
To remember them by.
Now the women are strong
And the men cry.
-San Carpenter