LAMENT FOR THE LEGENDS

They’ve stolen all our heroes and their songs.
Goodbye to fighting dragons, farewell to righting wrongs.
For centuries we told their stories ‘round the fire’s gleam
Fifteen minutes thirty years ago was Warholl’s dream
Fifteen second soundbites on a television screen
Have stolen all our heroes and their songs.

So, who will tilt at windmills for our children?
Will Tristran never hear Isolde sing?
Will the next Oliver never hear the sound of Roland’s horn?
When will the next D’Artagnan or Bedivere be born
And will there never be a once and future king?

For they’re killing all the legends and the gods;
And no one’s chasing dreams today, or fighting fearful odds.
If Robin Hood gave to the poor, we’d all die from the shock.
The wolves are watching o’er the sheep and no one guards the flock;
The moon was once a goddess, now she’s just a piece of rock
Because they’re killing all the legends and the gods.

We’ve lost the Sidhe, the gnomes, the woodland elves.
And sagas that once stirred the soul now rot upon the shelves
So, don’t blame Beowulf when Grendel burns their houses down!
We never told them Pierrot was more than just a clown!
Atlas only walked away because we let him down
When we lost the Sidhe, the gnomes, the woodland elves.

But we can start to work to stem the tide.
By telling them of Pegasus and teaching them to ride.
The idols of today have feet of clay and soon must fall;
The Valkerie and Thor and Freya wait in Odin’s hall;
Thermopylae’s three hundred are just waiting for the call
If we will try to work to stem the tide.

Else who will tilt….

I use the old speech version so SIdhe becomes "shee"

It helps the meter