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Down in the ground in a very dark tomb
The trolls are preparing our hero's doom
The basilisk waits on the mountain's height
With the moon a grinning asphodel of night
And patience weaves as the engines hum
For it's a very long time since he's seen his
Home, but he flicks his tongue as he waits
And thinks of the brazen chests he shattered
And the clammy mists patch the barrows below
Where the ghouls moan and chatters of purgation
Bring a cease to breath but the fantasy on
The summit broods on six thousand years
Since the hellhounds' massacre and anxiety
Frasches forth a swirl of brimstone vapor
Amid which the inner eye is embedded in a prism
Of habit and the predecision awaiting the
Seventh millenium. There is a slow stirring
In the air setting off a churning that the
Long years of like experience have not yet
Been able to dull for life that has been so
Dearly won is prized as a Cremona guitar.
A 1948 Les Paul with just one Humbucking
Through a ten-watt English Vox only turned
Half-up charging bounding on pogo heels
Coursing pure sound and vibrating energy
Through frail membranes injecting the germ
Of total sensation that scourges during
Certain years when bedsores and chants
Are the legacy that the elders reap from
Their doting in the markets. Wonder amid
Scorn and valor and incomprehensible rushings
Warping speakers and splintering bounds
And promises to the dealers. But there is
A progression running in the background
On skid row and he's frightened so much
Like on the streets of a late show
And as he shuffles into the velvet
His adversary is seen in the foreground
Who shares the countenance of our eventual
Friend but I fell asleep on the couch and
Couldn't see the rest of the show for
When I woke up to the snowy buzz and
Raging of the Cyclops because they don't
Even like to be kept awake, so I turned
It off and switched the light off behind
Me and went to my room and on to bed.
They were excavating a corridor to find
The remains of him they had so righteously
Done the deed to, and finally he was uncovered,
And they shuddered as the last drop of blood
Dripped from the eye of the monster
They had trapped and conquered.