The world

by Jan 1, 2004Poetry

Tears softly fall, stars fading,
Autumn winds lament the passed youth,
The world is growing old,
And horizions fade;
Across the lands
A cold sun wakes,
And dawn becomes,
A new King, and a dream
Of elven singing,
And harps of gold,
Yet in this life
The last ships pass;
The world is growing old.

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