My silver mirror counts the scores of time;
Alabaster and gold, both dulled to grey—
Yet in the eyes remains a light refined,
The proud last glimmer of youth’s brighter days;
There in that glass is storied time retold
In lines of love and laughter, joy and strife;
A chronicle of life both rich and bold,
One not to be recast, though flaws be rife—
Once long ago a boy did make a sword
From sticks he found upon a forest floor,
He raised it high and with stern oath was sworn
A pledge to vanquish dragons evermore.
Dire demons fell each day throughout his reign;
Though darkness ever loomed…the light sustained.

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