Pity my friends, oh come, pity me!
I threw my last throws, just there, on the lee
amidst a thrashing of teeth and gnawing of bones
My life, sans fain, oh from it, was I dethroned
Pity my friends, oh come, pity me!
those arms, once bold and slender, now, bedeck the sea
and those legs, such legs, which walked me each day
now severed, inasmuch vanquished, forever gone, far away
Pity my friends, oh come, pity me!
blood marks the spot where I was torn, from my knees
one moment of worship, and worthy repose
the next, so much torment, I could weep through this prose!
Pity my friends, oh come, pity me!
My nib doth run out, I can no longer see!
This world's lost a seraph, shining so much as gold
nay, I pity thee, as this torso grows cold.
