• The Starlit Exodus
    By N.A. Triantaffelow

    Oh, the sky doth weep!
    Tears too numerous to keep
    The falling of a champion,
    Whose way is alight.
    Oh, the stars do flicker!
    So quickly and yet quicker,
    Like the hearts of us here
    In this dark field tonight.
    By the gods, the wind doth howl!
    Like mourned tears so foul,
    To watch you go,
    Tells us your path is aflight.