The Endless Dance Of Ages Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

the creatures of old,
they dance and sing,
the time of the moon has come,
as time has risen,
the dance comes with singing,
as life is such a great day,
the love in the air,
a smell of perfume,
a delight during the crescent moon,
the feast has begun what a great sight,
to see what has become,
as my life has seen what has turned to sea,
the battles of years untold,
the swords still seen,
but shine with great light,
as might has hidden this sight.