The stage lights grew dim and the crowd ceremonious,
Trumpets erupted, the snare hit a trill,
The sun nestled deep and the moon was symphonious,
Curtains flew open, all hearts shuddered still,
I can’t say the spectacle wasn’t but glorious,
Silver-gold ruby and emerald light,
‘Twas all in the honor of Captain Victorious,
Hero of wartime and patron of night
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