April 3, 1998
Today is a day the Legions gather
To commemorate the birth of a legend.
A man who touched the hearts of many
In songs of now and then.
His music was a reflection
Of the passion that he breathed.
He taught us how to rage, to cry,
To join our hands, and to believe.
His fingers danced acrss
The strings he set ablaze.
A story came to life
In each note that he played.
He carved a world of mountain kings
And cities laid beneath.
We followed him through dungeons,
Gutters, thorns, and streets.
Yet through all the sonic wizardry,
Only a loyal few took notice.
In a world where "gimmick equals success"
Prevails over emotional ingenius.
It's in this dead world of corruption,
Filled with greed and dreams left forsaken,
That false prophets roam in triumph
And from us, heroes taken.
That autumn night
God embraced an angel early in the game.
The tears fell from all around
On an orchestra that wasn't the same.
The nightmare still haunts us now,
Questions left unanswered.
A warrior so filled with life
With a fate so undeserved.
Still, the Legions stand proud
For the spirit is immortal in song.
The legacy of Christopher Michael Oliva remains
Where the crowds are never gone.
-Peter D. Ley-Harris
Still Believing
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