Lessons From The Past

Once with pride’s dreaming, I ventured my way
To the court where the fairy make bold
To there dance and sing to the music they play
Where none die and none ever grow old.
Cold are the eyes of these our elder kin
And their hearts are as stone, are not kind
Maidens and youth may at times come attend
But never the old halt or blind.

Seven years I gave of life,
A moment in lives lived so long,
Seven years I paid as price,
For truth I must tell in my song.

Perfection and beauty in cold flawless grace,
For eternity they’ll dance and play,
Timeless unchanging in all mortal space,
For pride’s sake they refused there to stay.
To grow in full wisdom there would be a fee,
And to them t’was a price marked too high,
To stand with Creator and so blessed be,
They must live, breathe, grow old and then die.

Seven years I gave of life,
A moment in lives lived so long,
Seven years I paid as price,
For truth I must tell in my song.

So they dance in their circle of self without end,
And they envy the word passing by,
And they covet the wisdom bestowed on frail man,
Where all circles all grow with new life.
Circles can cycle as spirals of power,
A promise for each renewed life,
Each dancing measure brings lessons each hour,
Be you man, mother, child, or old wife.

Seven years I gave of life,
A moment in lives lived so long,
Seven years I paid as price,
For truth I must tell in my song.

So hark now my children to lessons past learned,
Paid in coin of great pain from years gone.
To dance with the fairies will do naught but burn,
Cold winter’s the grave of their song.

Seven years I gave of life,
A moment in lives lived so long,
Seven years I paid as price,
For truth I must tell in my song.

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