And The Band Played On - Poem by Dennis Go
The lights grew dim, the crowds grew thin;
Still the band played on.
The stage is set for the final farewell
But still the band played on.
Guitars that struck the lives of many...
The legacy lives on within our souls;
And verses that inspired a chosen few
Beyond tenement halls of old.
Casual moods of welcome.
Casual moods of goodbye.
Aging might leave a scar to halt.
Reckoning moments surpass no silence
Still, the band must play on.
In darkness it lived, in darkness it grew.
In darkness, gained fame;
In darkness and rue.
No darkness shalt let it die.
No darkness doth kills it.
The fire wageth beneath the soul
Finding no reason to quench it.
The veins still run the blood of the steel-bound raven
Waging still, the war with strife.
Alone and wild, pictures scattered.
The past is gone... 'Un-recovered'.
The sound of screeches and deaf'ning thunders -
The faces will never again be seen:
The men behind the music.
But some time, somewhere, somehow...
The band will still be playing on.
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