Swirling whirling compass spins
The circle squared breaks its frame
Hits the deck its cross is maimed
Up is fouled, down is laimed
When chaos reigns the Dragon wins
Lifeboats down and time is up
Who will run for ropes and rails
And flee the darted poison tail?
Who will steer and dare to fail
Whelming death and drink the cup?
Storm-clouds break, the Dragon dives
Many the man who floats alone
Lost at sea, wandering gone
Stalwart few with spirits honed
Sailing on preserved alive
In vain we plot, as Graves decried
The Dragon’s death, or seeking proof
Denounce his scales and saw-edged tooth
Material man, here’s your truth
The Dragon flaunts an unpierced hide
“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.
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