No unicorns to follow
No princess left to save
The king looks o’er his wasted lands
With one foot in the grave
True magic is impossible
When Merlin just does tricks
To entertain his captor’s whims
And a curse he can’t unfix (ah-hoom…)
chorus:
O, the days have turned to months and fled
The years to centuries are wed
Generations count their dead
Seasons sew us like a thread
Webs ensnare the rainbow life
A child is borne away
To grow up in a foreign world
Another castaway
As harpies gaze at mortals’ flesh
Illusion stalks the stars
And witches bargain for the souls
Of victims from afar (ah-hoom…)
chorus:
O, the days have turned to months and fled
The years to centuries are wed
Generations count their dead
Seasons sew us like a thread
Eternity is lost at sea
The tides consume the ghosts
Of lovers passing like brave ships
That never reach the coast
The lilac wood is empty now
A prince has gone to pray
The dragon sleeps within his cave
The poets dream of May (ah-hoom…)
chorus:
O, the days have turned to months and fled
The years to centuries are wed
Generations count their dead
Seasons sew us like a thread
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There is a place still for rhyming poetry today. In greeting cards, in humor and satire.
But mostly in songs as song lyrics. This is one of mine from the 1980s, when I still entertained thoughts of becoming a songwriter and sent out demo tapes.