Why sit alone and while away

The hours that at best will play

Sad dirges upon your memory

When this is done and far away 

Instead think thoughts of lofty spires

Of visions grand and sights inspired

By Costain Dumont and Fenamore

banners unfurled in knightly lore 

These treks along a heroes’ path

Imagines from Wyeth lithographs 

Will  iridesce these dirgeful days

We struggle through in mournful maze 

When this is done as done will be

Your visions  now in  memories

Still there to jovially explore

As these days fade to Poe epic lore