In black of night I saw a great beast
Of mongrel-like proportion, it's skeleton exposed
Expulsing its glowing entrails of a substance unknown.
It was reaching for heaven in ever twisting tongues
Ceaselessly producing the horrid noise of its cracking bones
And from the bellows of its breath poured noxious billows.
In beauty it stood, the color of gloam
And through it's single, lurid eye forced terrible groans.
We gathered in awe listening to the terrific roar
Neither evil nor good, but by it's viscera warmed.
Along my way, in my comings and goings
I peered into a room, the stranger unknowing
Through the stained glass I saw them rest
In a place unseen and in obscurity vested
Working in ways I cannot know
This vision I beheld but could not be shown
Beyond this strange glass they will be ever alone
Gazing upon this beauty that by God was sewn
A curvaceous lady, I am;
Yet considered by many a man
I count and count and count,
All the while I hang upside-down.
My tormenters abused me in days of yore
Though now my suffering is as a decor.
My blood, it turns within my head
Ever shall I experience it over and over again.
Oh treacherous Hell!
But when I met its end I was greeted,
And was caught in a spell.
To the man I saw, I repeated
This curséd thing to tell.
When it's cast, you are compelled
To reveal you, too, know this spell as well.
The sky-whale wept and tattooed the earth
To most men it mattered save for they of the north
A scourge to the vagabond, but to children brings mirth
In the darkest corners that beast lies. As I lay in my bed, without my knowing, it casts its gaze upon me. Every day that demon leaves its roost and searches for an opportunity to seduce me, sink its fangs into me. He has many friends. Their nests are made in the darkness, and some glisten in the light of day. In most every place I go, these beasts watch with their all-seeing many eyes.
The companion of a warrior always follows behind — lurking — and perhaps just as deadly to men in tight quarters; an assassin amid destruction. Intoxicating silence descends in the wake of his master's wrath. The dead come to reveal the black inside them.
I've been told of a strange place. A place that has been seen once but never again, ever near yet unreachably far. In that place I have been before, and often wish I could visit again.
What is it that is poured into the ear of a man? It goes in and never comes out. It remains there forever, afflicting his mind— over and over again, it inflicts its trade upon him. The best he can do is try to forget. It was created for that sadistic purpose. The man is a masochist.