Vigil is a reflection upon the beauty of enduring friendship. The programmatic nature of the piece is guided entirely by the structure and imagery of its text.
Upon the weathered brow of time, a moment lays to rest
Her failing torch, her lodestar, now cradled in its crest,
And sinking from its misty heights, her crimson cloak drawn low
Leaves in its wake a beacon that sets weary eyes aglow.
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Once more begins our vigil.
Once more begins our fight.
As frost unfurls his bitter shrouds
Our shields hold back the blight,
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And in the frozen night our call
Resounds to steel our will.
As wind and ice relent and fall
Our ward will find us still.
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Through slivered glance and silver rime
Our watch endures the night,
Until upon the crest of time,
A star, a torch, a light...