Burning Ages
- Phillip Mills (October, 2007)

I'll walk the lost roads 'til I find a city
And Matthew of the City, I'll be named
Eyes shut tight, I see its green-gold aura light the plain
And crystal spires that taper to the sky.
A bubble covers everything to keep it safe and clean
For people riding carriages that fly.
I know
That's what the pictures show

Chorus:
	I found a picture book when I was eight years old
	In the haunted forest, wedged beneath a painted stone.
	The edges of the cover are blackened, flaked, and charred.
	A scent of smoke still rises from the pages
	That show me life before the burning ages.

I'll walk the lost roads 'til I find a spaceship
And Matthew of the Spaceship, I'll be named
Standing at a starport, gleaming silver in the sun
Of magic metal, difficult and rare
Great billows, formed of dust and smoke roll up its shining length
As flame bursts drive it high into the air
I know
That's what the pictures show

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I'll walk the lost roads 'til I find a dragon
And Matthew of the Dragon, I'll be named
Scales as red as morning light, his eyes a searing gold
On barren cliff edge, poised, aloof, severe
With wings to cast a shadow over house and barn and field
Untouchable by arrow or by spear
I know
That's what the pictures show

		I wonder if the city people
		Broke apart their spaceships,
		If dragons swept through cities,
		Tearing down the glowing shields.
		I wonder if bright spaceships claimed the sky,
		Defeating dragons.

		Were the dragons, spaceships, cities ever real?

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