I once seduced a princess from a foreign land, br>
carried her back, across the shifting sands, br>
necked in the moonlight on top of the world, br>
but then was I—from Heaven hurled, br>
for these are the days of reflections on steel, br>
of glass shards that damage, the soul, I feel. br>
They want everything that’s you, except who you are, br>
that which is a number, not immortal not like the stars. br>
All endings made painful, all pain makes an end. br>
The dead, silenced, will not accept their amends. br>
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So I call for my quiver and I call for my sword, br>
I call for the greatest dragon, that hath ever roared. br>
We’ll fight them on the beaches, yes we’ll fight on the sands, br>
For truth-beauty-and-justice, together we’ll stand. br>
So if ever walking through a hallway, you spy a soft glimmer, br>
faint purple-green in a dewdrop on the window, br>
know that I’m with you, and know that I’m there, br>
you’re free, forever, you can escape from this snare. br>
The beauty of life is not something they’ll teach you; br>
dream, believe in magic, have hope, I beseech you.