Gafiated SCAdian
by Marc Carlson
Copyright 9 Oct 2003 by Marc Carlson

 

(Based on "The Gafiated Fan" Lyrics & Music: Maureen S. O'Brien. http://www.dnaco.net/~mobrien/filk/fandom/ose/gafiafa)

The Gafiated SCAdian

When I was but a Newbie,
I used to dream of knights
Of tourneys in the morning
And golden starry nights.
I loved my life in that world
As a true Lover can,
My Lord, there's nothing sadder
Than 'I was a SCAdian.'

I walk on solid earth now
Or worlds inside men's heads.
But still the stars can touch me,
Like hands of lovers dead.
Hands as cold as vacuum
Whose memory thrills a man --
My Lord, there's nothing sadder
Than 'I was a SCAdian.'  

But no stars were extinguished.
It's not the dreams that died.
It's part of me -- the dreamer --
Who's frozen deep inside.
Can I still wake that dreamer?
Do I want to, if I can?
My Lord, there's nothing truer
Than 'I was a SCAdian.'