they say you can't relive the past
but as the lights went down it all came rushing back
half a life away, the night,
for a first time in a lonely life,
a young soul took flight
when the music died
to ends of time had been neatly tied.
descending lights had scorched the plains.
returning kings back to reclaim
lost desciples that remained
to tend the flames
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