Supposing something of Eden’s East
Evening ease by twilight’s feat
The harkened days of devil’s praise
And all the world struck by lovelorn malaise
The heavens and earth by the moon in the sky
May properly die in a burial by wine
If hope should arise should we best justify
The wayward forward praise of a beast called divine
And in a spring of moonlit shadows
The dark falls forth by yesterday's morrow
If sunshine and moonlight may ever encounter
A brief rendezvous by Babylonian winters
The seasons may change as the bell slightly wrung
And on a wayward cross may man’s song be so sung
But in the daylight by high noon's known sea breeze
A chance odd encounter has me down to my knees
His back alit thunder as eyes way to plunder
The searching stare daring for me to go under
The side pierced by might of the night in broad daylight
The heavens are torn at the thought of such sights
And given to me is that known ripened apple
The adder of failure and unknown debacle
For in the sea shown is that awkward withstanding
The light of my life there in broad daylight handling
The action of perfection in the twinkling of an eye
Such imagery removed of a chap known to die
But in her known ways may her whoredom so twine
The love of a nation with a beast called divine
