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THE TALES OF AYELSFARN (An Aethereal Menagerie)
(Second Edition)
Copyright 1991 by Robert Bryan Reinhardt
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Includes all original and revised poetry and prose
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The Tales of Ayelsfarn; An Aetherial Managerie I (1985)
The Tales of Ayelsfarn; An Aetherial Managerie II (1991)
Copyright 1985, 1991 by Robert Bryan Reinhardt
ISBN 0-8059-2988-6
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c2. Time to get away
I got you alone in a hurricane,
Began speaking in an ancient tongue,
You looked at me like I was insane,
Then I knew that we were done.
The reasons you gave made no sense,
And motives you had were grossly pretense.
Maybe it's time to get away,
Sick of the big city nights.
Looking forward to another day
Down at the beach checking out the sights.
Society's saints still roam these streets,
Like modern day warriors, rebellious youth.
In this foolish jaunt of life
These barren, hungry souls roam, full of strife.
You told me that there is a place
Where the music is never too loud.
Heavy metal monsters bellow to the crowd.
"Well," I said, "never mind all that,
'Skies the limit,
Just give me another chance,"
I wrote a song and you were in it.
Oh baby, but you said "Ah no, Oh no."
Then I knew you wanted the whole show.
Playing the part of the Peacock,
Your childish ways still grow.
Maybe it's time to get away,
Sick of the slow suburban nights.
Like a child we wander out into the rain,
Either me or you it's all the same.
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