No More Will I Call Unto Thee... |
(Christ to Sailor) OH SAILOR! Christ calls unto thee, Time to sail I have for ye, thy face of a beautiful lady On the bough.... (Sailor to Christ) Shall I prep the sails and shine the decks of thine golden ship for Thou? (Christ to Sailor) Oh, YES! AND NOW! Ye fine one Ye golden ones... I give to ye the task to crack off barnacles from the bottom of the prow...for There are those who will not sail with us Vows not spoken, Still--sad to say a last good-bye __________________________________________ FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO STAY... I will let ye love as ye wish, To prevail on these dark shores And walk the eternal midnight moors of... NIGHTMARES! WHORES! For I cannot make ye come, Or awaken thee to the hour Which is now, What will be Your eternal feel... My muse of steel Ohhh, ye dark ones Ye black, beautiful shiny ones! Who see the cut and crush Of great Damocles' Steel As it comes... Leaves you off this grand ship's wheel... Heed this last call Ye one and all ____________________________________ Blue Persian azure hour drapes the moon Calls to all the forlorn soon-- ALL CLEAR? THE SHIP IS NEAR YE ARE ABOVE OR BELOW IN THE FINITE HOUR... (ETERNAL SOW) |