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Spoilers: The Wrath of Khan and onward. A bit.

A/N: Came across this poem I wrote a while back. As in, just-after-I-saw-Wrath-of-Khan-for-the-first-time while back. As in, summer of 1982. A friend had taken me to see the movie, but it was sold out. So he bought tickets for another movie to get us inside, but we went in to see TWOK anyway. Hey, he made me do it. ;-) I wrote this poem shortly afterward - once I stopped crying enough - before I knew there would be another movie and that Spock would come back. I was a devastated 19 year old Spock fangirl with no more Spock!

Across the void of time and space,
I feel the dimming of his life-light:
not extinguished like a flame,
but, as a sun, merely concealed in eclipse.

The artful humor, the denied
devotion to the fortunate few
and to the one, endure.

For, like the day,
his shining light must dawn once more.

The Vulcan, our precious golden phoenix,
shall rise again.

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