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. |