Feb 11, 2007 02:59
Careful, careful, careful was the cockeyed fellow,
For I hardly made out his feverish bellow.
"Stay low, star clear, stay free from fear!
You can never give in to those so dear!"
This man, a great echo of many good kings,
Was consumed so deeply by beautiful things.
Bravery and the sword in those dear days of old,
A long lost story of Agamemnon and gold.
I think now of the days where trust was seen,
Above by the mountains in the the clouds between.
I will find you on the edge of sure defeat,
Show you why they say revenge is so sweet.