But hark! the cry is Astur:
And lo! the ranks divide;
And the great Lord of Luna
Comes with his stately stride.

Or for the forum's less classically minded posters:



Well, not so much a stately stride as an erratic ten-foot hobble this morning, leaning heavily on a hemi-walker.

But considering Astur's fate three stanzas later, baby steps may be a good idea.

Last edited by carlfogel; 07/26/2021 12:43 PM.