It was a new-fangled era to lean
Fortified by a pristine gauge of craze
In a nest of tomorrow’s king and queen
I glimpsed a wagon sitting on its faze.
Shadows on its face tell what’s in the tales
The past glory at its robe pierced the stain
It must have been filled with rejoicing veil
If can tell - it must have buried the pain.
Must have been a sunny day to ponder
When the young charioteer and the chariot
Firstly fastened and triumphed together
Starlight the head enlightened the idiot.
The wagon may astray to a period
But wagon yoke the astray to the road.
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