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Morning Star
Dedication - To "M'Lady" a Morning Star if ever there was one!
Perhaps I have dwelt all overlong
Midst tombs by memory and moss o'ergrown,
And to dirge-ful pitch set all of my song
As singing, I've wandered these dark lands alone.
And draped in cold cerements of dismal gray shade
Have hidden myself in the shadows I've found,
That lie thick and dark in the stygian glade
Where long years of grief's leaves pile thick on the ground.
But it seems that this dolorous darkness must fade,
For far in the east a beam pierces my noir,
And with luminous light floods the stygian glade.
And it comes from the smile of my bright Morning Star.
Fair Aurora's handmaiden, she readies the dawn
So that her sweet Mistress might rose-tint the morn.
The light in her eyes bids all shadows be gone.
And with dulcet tones she soothes the forlorn.
And as to AEneas sweet Sybil did sing
To lure him away from the tomb of lost Dido.
Within my sad heart does my Morning Star sing-
"Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito." *
"Though dismal and seeming of unending length
The dark night is over - the sun rises at last.
So embrace what's to come with equal the strength
As that which thou uses to cling to the past."
And so, I shall walk in the light for a time,
'Til Persephone-like the dark claims me anew.
But I need have no fear of those ebon-hued climes,
For my Morning Star's smile will again guide me through.
*"Yield Thou not to adversity, but press on more bravely."
Perhaps I have dwelt all overlong
Midst tombs by memory and moss o'ergrown,
And to dirge-ful pitch set all of my song
As singing, I've wandered these dark lands alone.
And draped in cold cerements of dismal gray shade
Have hidden myself in the shadows I've found,
That lie thick and dark in the stygian glade
Where long years of grief's leaves pile thick on the ground.
But it seems that this dolorous darkness must fade,
For far in the east a beam pierces my noir,
And with luminous light floods the stygian glade.
And it comes from the smile of my bright Morning Star.
Fair Aurora's handmaiden, she readies the dawn
So that her sweet Mistress might rose-tint the morn.
The light in her eyes bids all shadows be gone.
And with dulcet tones she soothes the forlorn.
And as to AEneas sweet Sybil did sing
To lure him away from the tomb of lost Dido.
Within my sad heart does my Morning Star sing-
"Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito." *
"Though dismal and seeming of unending length
The dark night is over - the sun rises at last.
So embrace what's to come with equal the strength
As that which thou uses to cling to the past."
And so, I shall walk in the light for a time,
'Til Persephone-like the dark claims me anew.
But I need have no fear of those ebon-hued climes,
For my Morning Star's smile will again guide me through.
*"Yield Thou not to adversity, but press on more bravely."
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