Ruat Caelum
Inspired by this XKCD. Because obviously, the backstory of this strip is a romance between a stargazing monk and the queen of Faerie. Tune is almost certainly subconsciously plagiarized.
I met a mortal monk,
Bearing books, glass, and charts,
And we talked until dawn,
Watching heaven's bright arts,
He thought me a mere dream,
A fancy of air,
But next night brought him back, for
the stars were still there.
He unrolled a blanket,
Tripped into our ring,
I taught him to listen
To spheres as they sing,
His smile was infectious,
His laughter so rare,
But we kept looking up, for
the stars were still there.
I took him by the hand,
whispered "Dream you can fly,"
And we danced above lightning
That night in the sky,
His breath in the cold
And his hands in my hair,
And his eyes met my own,
And the stars, they were here.
Then this mortal left his stone god,
For what mortals call life,
Took his books, took his charts, took
A pretty mortal wife.
How could I be angry?
I'd more than my share,
He still thought me a dream...
And the stars were still there.
Child, never love a mortal,
With a life brief as day,
Your heart will go with them
when they rest in cold clay,
Still, I watch his descendants
As they leave this orb's air,
And I bless them on their journey,
For the stars are still there.
I met a mortal monk,
Bearing books, glass, and charts,
And we talked until dawn,
Watching heaven's bright arts,
He thought me a mere dream,
A fancy of air,
But next night brought him back, for
the stars were still there.
He unrolled a blanket,
Tripped into our ring,
I taught him to listen
To spheres as they sing,
His smile was infectious,
His laughter so rare,
But we kept looking up, for
the stars were still there.
I took him by the hand,
whispered "Dream you can fly,"
And we danced above lightning
That night in the sky,
His breath in the cold
And his hands in my hair,
And his eyes met my own,
And the stars, they were here.
Then this mortal left his stone god,
For what mortals call life,
Took his books, took his charts, took
A pretty mortal wife.
How could I be angry?
I'd more than my share,
He still thought me a dream...
And the stars were still there.
Child, never love a mortal,
With a life brief as day,
Your heart will go with them
when they rest in cold clay,
Still, I watch his descendants
As they leave this orb's air,
And I bless them on their journey,
For the stars are still there.