I do not know why the earth trembles when you...
Or why it rains when you make me cry...

In your name and in my pride I'll not long for...
And for the sake of honour not succumb to tempting...

I am one of those that do not sleep,
Instead I sit at my wooden desk awake...

You may see the corpses begin to flower,
And roots take their hold on lost memories...

Non mihi. Non tibi. Sed nobis.
There is no easy way from the earth to the stars...

Chittering and squawking against the gale,
Strung through masts she leans...

The shadows have departed
Halos are good at hiding horns...

I wish I could knit scarves of silver and gold...
I would drape them around your neck...

Words wobbling from forefather jowels,
All alpha-males, of course...

The image is there,
And I choose not to look away...