There is so much sorrow in the world,
Who can bear it?
Rescue me,
Someone throw us a lifeline,
We're drowning,
Lost at sea,
A dark night is falling,
Dismal tides are advancing,
Our vision is failing,
I can hardly breathe,
I've lost sight of the shore,
My guiding light has faded,
The light house has vanished,
Disappeared into a heavy mist,
Somewhere far beyond the shore and grist,
A great mystery has torn me away from you,
This raging storm has deafened me,
I can't hear love calling anymore,
Soon I fear we shall drown,
No salvation or golden crown,
Perhaps plunge off the edge of the earth,
Plummet into some worthless mirth,
Descend from what once was a lofty nest,
Lest never to be found again,
Never emit a sound again,
Imprisoned hearts,
Dreaming about escape,
Love seeds,
Needing to burst,
Emerge free and new,
We're gagged and depressed,
Caged within the bounds of this morbid test,
Restive dreams arrested,
Perishing as we sink,
Far below the light,
Below the planet's chlorophyll surface,
Relinquishing glorious life and love,
Drifting helpless,
Deep wells and perilous hell,
Submerge into Davy Jones' locker,
Drinking sea water alone,
Like the mighty Titanic,
Wretched icebergs,
Wrenching guarded lives,
Tearing holes in steely exteriors,
Grinding into soft interiors,
Ripping at our shattered outer shells,
Exposing our inner fragility,
Far out on the anterior banks,
Beyond mobility and old vineland,
Tempestuously at sea,
Past vast ice covered lands,
Advancing squarely,
What floating cube might we see,
A triangle of nightmares,
Rectangles or some other lucid care,
Circling through frigid ocean swell,
Edging past history's outer limit,
Where Norse gods dwell,
Aeger's raging sea,
A route Viking ships sail,
Seeking a saviour's voice,
Brave echoes from Valhalla,
Past that haunt of Sirens,
Carousing charms in reckless waves,
Calling out Thor and Odin,
Taunting magnetic north,
Teasing the world with electric sin,
Some sort of mystical draw we're in,
Calling spirit back to a safer shore,
Some fair haven where Ran plays,
A snug port where sea monsters never stay,
Staid Valhalla,
Eternal fires burning,
That place where graceful souls gather,
Rather harmonious,
Singing to the sky,
Chanting to the sea,
Reciting ancient sagas,
Tossing penchant runes on a stony beach,
Rending marrow from roiling tomes,
Repeating portentous mythology,
Moiling and toiling,
Forging new lore and legend,
Raising Ulfberht high,
Encouraging outstretched arms,
Elevate those sharp and shining blades,
Reach for the adoring sky,
Stars glinting,
Beneath a canopy of northern lights,
Rewards for true warriors,
Merits of savoury bits and bites,
Matters for brave souls,
Those mighty and fortunate ones,
A crest for survivors,
Swimming abreast to that alien shore,
Breaching with the break of day,
Salutations to that abysmal voyage,
Elation reaching Vahalla's sacred place,
A teaching institution,
Where retribution greets redemption,
Indexed miracles in our reckless lives,
All those vexing pebbles and stones,
Washed smooth on Valhalla's mythic shore,
Mysterious universal selection,
Reconciliation with the metaphysical,
Heaven's collection of soul,
Rescued and recovered,
Some unfortunates lost,
Wounding spirit forever gone,
Hence the awakening,
The coming of the enlightening dawn . . . 



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