A widower's lament
I couldn't keep you safe from harm, my love,
but I kept you in my heart.
You were the breath in my lungs,
the blood in my veins,
the light in my eye,
and now that breath is gone.
That blood and the light are gone.
Now I am left, a voice.
And the Lords of Kobol,
as many and as varied as mortal men,
must bend down and lean low
to hear that voice
and hear my lament.
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I LOVE MY SHOW.
For the beautiful wake, and for making me think of Mythology and Theology and Politics all in one, sad, lovely funeral scene, I dub Battlestar Galactica the best television show ever for the nth time.
Just watch it. It's beautiful.
but I kept you in my heart.
You were the breath in my lungs,
the blood in my veins,
the light in my eye,
and now that breath is gone.
That blood and the light are gone.
Now I am left, a voice.
And the Lords of Kobol,
as many and as varied as mortal men,
must bend down and lean low
to hear that voice
and hear my lament.
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I LOVE MY SHOW.
For the beautiful wake, and for making me think of Mythology and Theology and Politics all in one, sad, lovely funeral scene, I dub Battlestar Galactica the best television show ever for the nth time.
Just watch it. It's beautiful.