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