Dead Man's Sea
Stare at the hellish fire which dances at midnight!
Stare at her, as she drags forth the torch of shameful light!
Stare within the unwaiving, the mighty and the vile!
Stare without, the spark she flouts, engulfs the mighty Nile!
A soul, a ghost, had washed 'shore,
Each time a twig had been blacked!
Adrift - a sea of rotting weed,
Guardian angels keep holy a pact!
A pact which, if it leaves, the ocean,
Summons all of that breathes,
A pact which, if broken, breaks the will,
And fells the tallest trees.
The last drop of brine, from the Dead Man's Sea awaits her fate since Time,
To heave upon that Flame, nor sleeps, nor breathes, till the Dead Man's tomb is climbed!