Onward and upwards into countless battles
My friends, forwards and just beyond the veil
When dreams overcome to take us to sleep
The night will never be fair
Sleep of the just leaves us loose ends
That Moore can just not perceive
And although it is here that we must begin
We have already taken our leave
Onward and upwards into countless battles
Is just a passing phase
One might say "unto the breach dear friends"
If Shakespeare had garnered their praise
But all the Wills and wont’s of this world
Have wistfully wandered away
It seems, I think, a memory
Of times not gone but frayed
When four times repeated a fifth may intrude
Unless we accept the effect
That the cause is true blue flew who knew
That the words always rhyme in The End
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