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Musings on the Tor
To win or lose and pass away into distant time
perhaps to be captured for while in some old rhyme
While the bones lie deep beneath the stones and lime
and shadows shift as if to tell the story in their mime
Hearts that loved and held a measure of it there
now emptied by the passing years, enough to bear
They lived in all the ways of man with equal care
until the Fates decreed their threads of life to pare
How many times their dreams have we shared
and spent our energy in rapt attention fair
As if they were but only ours and only we did care
in the twining twisted Halls of Time we’ve dared
The common story of the common clay
ever onward in ways so often heartfelt fey
Who will live our dreams in time to come I say
and will they understand the price we all must pay
Silent rocks and shattered halls of mortal man
in this verdant land where deep fens fan
Where the sound of the wind speaks as they can
of those before to those whom Fate has yet to ban