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Sir Rutherford
Oh sir Rutherford Whose crimson light once shone Nature’s summoned darkness Ne’er could clasp thy fiery tone A guardian he stood A savior felled by kiss Streaking phoenix screaming Sent the fell to the abyss What went amiss my knight? What haunts the phoenix flight? Our loyal hope diminishes In unison with your light One remaining image Perching on the mound A scabbard still erect Draped in your colors –so profound What foe has cut you down oh Rutherford? What force is your demise? Where is the smoldering crimson That once alit the skies? Nay was it an enemy That ceased the burning glow For no foe of Rutherford Could return his fierce some blow The phoenix would never strike Those whom he loved Would these fickle rouges Cage this flaming dove? Alas it’s so oh Rutherford It was I that cut you down I and the other worms That once upheld your crown My bird did we covet were we threatened by your flame? That us the weak would desecrate your name May we all be cursed oh phoenix Thrown into swamp and pit In this deserved misery Eternally emit: Oh sir Rutherford Whose crimson light now shows Nature’s summoned darkness Ne’er could clasp thy fiery tone
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