Tuesday, March 07, 2006

A Poem

Let us speak of dust and ashes,

things which would befit old men,

who once in youth stood tall and strong

but now in old age bend.

For the sun has set his course across our sky.

Our day has run out of dawn

it is dusk that fills our eye.

And the monuments that we had thought hard-won

have crumbled and gain respect from none.

We have discovered, much to our distress,

there is

no monument in time.

The opening lines from Eclipse by Troy Pierce

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