[Old Sarge]

Now, we're seeing in our own little place,
new smiles, new laughter, and the occasional new face,
new spells to weave, new planets fly by,
new tears to dab from smiling eye,

and sharing with them, the older songs,
ringing in the mind like drums and gongs,
rustling bustles on the ballroom floor,
and the Poets' Dance goes on like before!

[Soaring Feather]

Ah sweet prince the dance is the need
to fire the spirit and
shake out the greed
I welcome thee to my domain
and to hold court for thee
for dancing is the game.

Under dim light of stars
or under the sun
my dancing with thee
has just begun
for thou wilt see the desert sands.
while I will hold down the court of the land.

The Lair is the play ground for sublime poetry
and merry music makes who have come recently.