Evolution. A Shadow Earth poet once wrote, “Nothing gold can stay”. I know this, perhaps, far better than anyone else. I have evolved more in recent history, than in all the other centuries of my life. Once I was the smiling fellow to the left, now, it is the fellow on the right that I have become.  I cannot say if I like it.   

I no longer smile, not like I used to.  Not like the young fool sauntering through Rebma you see here.  Brooding has become my past time, ruminating on what I have lost and the grief I have seen. Truth be told, I wish for that youth of yesteyear to return. But he is dead, as surely as Amber’s Last King.

[Merovaeus] [Trump] [Gallery]

“There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
 

And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who  sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

And she's buying a stairway to heaven”

Led Zeppelin/Page and Plant