• Press Valiantly Towards the Darkening Valley

    Press valiantly towards the darkening valley
    Turn not back towards the lambent light
    Rest your mind come the close of the finale.



    Embrace the change from autumn bright to winter white
    Let Great Chronos make fall the sands of time
    Rejoice in dimming, fleeting sight
    Of words too often made to rhyme
    Of vows gold-coated, separated, and torn
    Of notes played in failure: a disheartening crime



    Where art the glory of days forlorn?
    Where are the swans I counted at Coole?
    Where is the bellow of Hammerhand Horn?

    Alas, the thread runs quickly from the spool.
    To seek more line would find me the fool.
    And so I bravely part into the shadow of night.
    May God grant me peace, wisdom, and might.