The Elephant March


A great king's eloquence will fade
After his legacy has been made
A fleeting life
His short-lived strife
This is where his ineffable pain laid

Delicate touches to those trophies of time
They persue this leisurely crime
The ivory talisman
A humble voice it ran
With its vessel covered in grime

Protectors from sempiternal grief
Frome the perpetual lurking thief
His spark is gone
But his spirit is upon
The slow trail to heavenly relief

So mourning screams of heart wrenching despair
Ensure the mighty bull's woebegone heir
Though through the night
Tears will surely fight
For a hopeful march of the elephant rare

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