Those four souls bright, they cantered forth
They came, they shook the land
They took their guns, and fired north
And seized death’s toll in hand
They wielded blades, they sparred away
With foes on silent shore
And it was but one gruesome day
That left them there, those four

To look upon with guises, grave
Their swords, with blood, hued red
“Why must we be but so deprave
To leave our foes in darkness dead
They’re just the same as just are we
With children that miss they
And every night, in misery
They yearn to live a day

Why must we be the ones of sin
Why must we shed in gore
Why must we come, immoral, win
We’re not to fight e’ermore
We don’t care if you sentence us
We’re not going to ****
Killing is moral’s bitter loss
For G-d and human will'

I once was of my life afraid
    Each day was bitter vice
Beneath the snows of cruel fate
    I cried, my tears to ice

Froze up and then they gathered near
    Beneath stars, icy-cold
But when cordial, she did appear
    She turned my woes to gold

And gave me the large nugget, bright
    And kissed my heart and cheek
And turned to mellow morn the night
   And warm all those once bleak

And I awoke to streaming light
    And freshest scent of spring
For wealth of love, most sweet and bright
    It gave me everything

Throughout the crowd of tulips, free
    And clovers bright and sweet
Walks on with air of royalty
    The bear on heavy feet

His swaying beard a nest of brown
    His soft cape flowing free
Spots he a flare, as he walks down
    The flare of the poppy

Sweet and rich the deep, red hue
    As carries on its scent
But then the honey wafts on through
    And for it search he went

And found a hive of buzzing bees
    And plucked it down from up there
And ate beneath the shady trees
    This lazy, bossy bear

Pure and cold as northern ice
    Yet naked as a tender flame
On golden shores beneath the skies
    I waited long but ne’er she came

Throughout the mellow morn and day
    And on the silent shore, alone
In the night when mists passed gray
    Through which the gentle moonbeams shone

But never arrived, never she came
    And snuffed gone lively once that burned
Love’s tender, warm and flickering flame
    For love has left and ne’er returned

And long I stood upon the shore
    Beneath the passing days and skies
Naked as a tender flame
    Pure and cold as northern ice

I sit alone in darkest dread
    My pale heart is bitter cold
Upon my chest lies a rose, dead
    And gray and dry and withered old

I hear the knell of dark life sung
    By each unseen, unheard reaper
At times I’m old although I’m young
    For I lost touch of love from her

My angst is dark, my angst is bright
    My angst is just as bittersweet
As all in all in wrong and right
    From moments, quick when we did meet

We had quarrels, both white and true
    We lived in blackest harmony
But all in all in heart and mew
    There’s dark time and bright agony

But as it turns out e’er to be
    Bright agony won over time
And lost am I for lost is she
    For broken is the love of mine

I’m left with no one to talk to,
with none to ever share
Only my blackened heart to feel,
the crouching, gray despair

I want to shout, to scream for help,
but I don’t have a voice
My soul is left in darkest void
without a single choice

The shadows whisper at my name,
they want to get along
They sing for me, and cry for me
a very woeful song

But I don’t care, I never heed
I know it’s now too late
To fix my very crippled life
And untwine my twined fate

It’s gone now, I failed all of it
I left it, I did shun
Leaving it to rot and to die
And wither cold and wan…

There are dry worms, all lying dead
    By dry a solemn brook
And there I hooked onto a thread
    A worm stabbed with a hook

I threw it in the stream’s dry jaw
    And caught a silver fish
And severed it and ate it raw
    And made a sullen wish

And then I placed the small trout, dead
    Into the earth below
And suddenly I heard ahead
    A warm yet chill wind blow

And called my name a maiden fair
    To come beckoning me
And disappeared mid the bright air
    And left pure destiny:

A golden ship with silver beam
    I set my sailing out
Thanks to the barren, dried-out stream
    Thanks to this silver trout

Thanks to the maiden who appeared
    When I ate the fish, bright
And to my fate, my wish adhered
    I rose to once--impossible height