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Torchbearer.

I really need to change out the poem on my sidebar, because it isn't quite relevant anymore, thank all the relevant beings who had a hand in that.

I don't think this is, quite yet, the sidebar poem; that's something else entirely. But this is the new poem of the moment, an experiment in form.

Torchbearer

Pass the torch or keep it burning
Broken, ever inward-turning
Sky so high, we keep on yearning

pray it not go out
pray it not go out

In this masque I am the dancer
Lady fair or gallant lancer
Heavy heart; there is no answer

pray it not go out
pray it not go out

Round the seasons madly spinning
Back again to the beginning
Ever lost, we keep on winning

pray it not go out
pray it not go out

Wounded heart that keeps on beating
Game of life that needs defeating
Here we are, and yet repeating

pray it not go out
pray it not go out

Pass the torch or keep it burning
Lady fair or gallant lancer
Round the seasons madly spinning
Here we are and yet repeating
pray it not go out

Broken, ever inward-turning
Heavy heart; there is no answer
Ever lost we keep on winning
Game of life that needs defeating
pray it not go out

Sky so high, we keep on yearning
In this masque, I am the dancer
Back again to the beginning
Wounded heart that keeps on beating
pray it not go out.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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