Into the darkness brandish the light
Fight, push toward the view
You, me, kneel before the light
Right on we go, the few
Two by two, three, into the night
Sight the white light true
Few meek lowly height
Blighted two embers burn bright anew
You consuming torrent of flames ignite
Flight take, fright take, wage, wage, You
Do not go gentle my friend into night.
Poetre (Ode to D’ Ly’n Tomas)
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