Poem: Night is Falling

[camelittle]

Last night my band played a wonderful brass band arrangement of the song "The Long Day Closes" (it's gorgeous, especially the third verse, starting 2.07, which has the solo horn taking the melody <3), written in 1868 by Henry Fothergill Chorley and Arthur Sullivan. Our evil MD read out the heartbreaking lyrics, and encouraged us to listen to the

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[brunettepet]

I quite liked your poem, especially this bit:

Light has fled.
Fled, and with it sardonic crooked smiles, sweet, joyful grins as bright as Spring
With it, the halo of fine blond hair, now matted and dark
With it, the weight of pain that burdened the long journey
Weariness remains

Merlin is going to miss those sardonic crooked smiles, sweet, joyful grins as bright as Spring for centuries. It breaks my heart for him.

[camelittle]

He really is. Thank you for saying you like my poem. I really appreciate it.

[owensheart]

I like yours better, what a beautiful poem.

[camelittle]

Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm really flattered that you thought that liked my version more!

[archaeologist_d]

I also like yours better. It seems more emotional somehow.

[camelittle]

I'm so pleased that you found my version more emotional. Thank you so much!

And welcome back from your travels :D

[archaeologist_d]

Thanks. Now comes the daunting task of trying to catch up with all the stories!