Last of a Dying Breed - Foxtails Brigade

Though the ages have forgotten

Florid sensibilities

Powdered hair and skin all rotten

No longer a sacred thing

For the last of a dying breed

Knows no virtue in vacancy

And such discourse remains unyielding

Exiled by exaltation

Steadfast in the will of place

Confined by generation

Preserved in perfect grace

For the last of a dying breed

Fares not well in complacency

And such discourse remains unyielding

For the last of a dying breed

Inevitably faced with conformity

Flourishes only in undefeated

Passage to the rights of antiquity

When reason reaches closure

Such would sooner lay to waste

Compliance with wry composure

To save an unmarked face

For the last of a dying breed

Wants not for such vacancy

And such discourse remains unyielding