Part I · The High School Era (1992–1996)
A tale is told of the days of old,
Of a jeweler named Azkaroth.
He worked with great skill and labored until
He’d cut the most wonderful of gems.
Men came from afar to admire his star—
This beautiful diamond flower.
So great was his fame that kings knew his name
And he grew in both wealth and in power.
In time he grew old and his blood ran cold,
And men all sought for his treasure.
But while bed-ridden he’d had his gem hidden
In a cave near a river of azure.
The kings all cried when they heard he had died,
For he’d never given up his great work.
As generations go by there are those who still try
To recover the lost star of Azkaroth.
Composed 1992–1996 · part of the Poems collection · authorship documented on the Provenance page.