Fly Away, My Brother!

Fly Away, My Brother!                    December 18, 2013

A life wanton o' a rich treasure chest,

And I wish for a change o' your behest:

As I tumble 'pon the rocks, 'tis I, the sot,

I tip thy empty bottle, till I've sadly forgot.

But 'tis thee, my brother! Amid thee arms,

Watching o'er as I sail at setting off alarms.

What shall I say to thee at the day's twilight

 Upon Zero Hour amid darkest eternal night?

The wings o' cherubs seem o' so near,

And I see the light, but feel much fear.

I live for our talks o' the common cause,

The well, tho', is sans a contract clause.

I wish to bid this world fare thee well,

As I leave o' a life once within my shell.

I celebrate in our tidings o' our fraternity,

As you doth smile, tho' I sob the Lost Sea.

Sail to Atlantis for a Mephistophelian Waltz:

Let the inferno lock me within Hell's vaults!

O' My Brother, 'tis still hope for you,

'Tis not one cloud! May ye sail Baby Blue!

Do you see sultry Solis and her erotic rays
As ye sail her coquette sky, dock at her bays?

Fly away, my brother! You must be free!

Life is now dead, and you need not be!

When the newspapers claim God is dead,

We're doom'd, Fellow; the Devil hath said.

Seek your salvation! O' Brother to me!

'Tis too late for I; thy democide shall be....