I Melt With You
Albeit ætat a thousand stars' birth He is -
Quoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -
Pelf they are, dare I say!
Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is He suffer'd.
«Grant me the fatlings», qouth He, «the fatter the better!»,
And d
Storm Chant of the Skrealings
Sleek, swift, streamlined ship,
shield-clad and shining,
tell to me the tale of your trip
when the limpest of men were your lining
O I know you were a ship of fools
O I know you were a ship of fools
You tried to take them to new trade
but they were afraid to follow.
Land-lubbers of the lowest grade
their hearts and their heads were both hollow
O I know you were a ship of fools
O I know you were a ship of fools
But your form is far-out, framed by foam:
a cloven-crocodile.
Whale's-highway is your home
Swan's-Riding is your style.
Fine-finned, shaped like a shark
the wind awaits your awaking.
Designed for delving into the dark
of mysteries in the making
O I know you were a ship of fools
O I know you were a ship of fools
A ship of fools
ship of fools
you were a ship of fools.