All is not well
What monsters you make of them
The play's the thing
Make a heaven of hell
With dance and delight
A prince of power
Believe me, king of shadows,
Torpedoed
I've gone numb
Searching for a meaning
Time to forget
Wretched, rash, intruding souls,
They run away
Serpent stung
Most delicate
Abomination
What cannot remember
Spring come September
Something more than seeming
Reckless measures
O
I need only patience
What need for ten?
For five? For one?
An excuse to fly
It's treason otherwise
Searching for a meaning
Something more than seeming