[Old Sarge]

An arm extended for thee,
to come and to dance with me,
the muse sings sweetly tonight,
for letting our verses take flight!

New folk, Wee Folk, abound,
as the music swirls us around,
new partners join us tonight
and we fly like the proverbial kite!

[Old Sarge]

Nuts, and now crashing down in ruins! A coughing kid at this hour...

And it's late, and 0600 is early, too early, so...

I gotta hit the rack.

'Nytol...

[Soaring Feather]

my Prince I come
in velvets fine all pressed and scented
refined and pleated so sublime
The eve is short the magic long
while music reins across the land
Except your hand - indeed I do
thou friend of gentle kindness who
hast offered yet a bower of peace
complete with satin and linens from Niece