There, high aloft the flaming sky
    Ablaze with the sun's intense heat
A boy, calmly, gaily did fly
    The world a globe beneath his feet
The sky an eye of molten blue
    The fields green blooming in gold
Of wheat and grains, the ploughman drew
    Whilst calm ocean waves did unfold

And crashed against the mighty shore
    Studded with rocks, and moist and cool
Where sat upon the golden floor
    The fisherman near the dull pool
Trying throughout the weary day
    Catch any fish, a meal to serve
His cursed stomach which growled fray
    And twined in locks each of his nerve

And on that pool, a fearsome ship
    With azure flags, a dreary mast
Most quietly, quickly did skip
    The tremulous ocean waves, past
Stealing the food the fisherman
    Yearned to catch but never did he
And Icarus flew higher than
    His father had told him to be

Out of his thrill, his bliss, his joy
    He tried to claim the sun, the skies
Only his tries made him the boy
    To fall into his dark demise
And as he rose, he rose most high
    He lost his wings, like bright the oars
Once pedaling throughout the sky
    Melted away, he lost his course

And suddenly his feathers flew
    Like pollen in the midst of spring
And down into the profound blue
    He went on fast and tumbling
His cries for pleas were never heard
    Ne'er spoken from his withered throat
And down just like an injured bird
    He tumbled and drowned near the boat

What marvelous a sight as seen
    A boy tumbling from out the sky
Ne'er the ploughman plowing the green
    Did see him, he was left to die
Tumbling further beneath the brine
    As Daedalus flew high around
“O, gods, where is the son of mine,
    There is no sign, there is no sound

Of his warm breath, his lively beat
    That chimed away in gaiety
Where did he go, did his end meet
    O, what have you have done to me!”
And so he flew around, away
    Fisher saw nix, the boat passed by
And life continued day by day
    As Icarus was left to die

With sharp pain and pure agony
    My soul, my heart did writhe
Now it’s deep void, most shadowy
    Though once it was most blithe

Before the cold, cold winds of death
    Blew down from up the straight
And long my last and troubled breath
    I cursed my darkest fate

I cursed the love that bonded we
   With silk of life and bliss
But all a sudden agony
   Became that forlorn kiss

I know they’re here, I feel their core
I see them dancing on the shore
They prance and haunt by dark the moon
They stalk their prey and **** them soon

They breach to dreams, all very deep
Whilst all the maggots soundly sleep
And run away, and hide in fear
When bright the dawn comes way too near

And when the dark night crawls once more
They come from the infernal door
Whisper and float and gnash their teeth
Whilst the slumbering dare not breathe

And they with teeth and jowls, strong
They bite with death whilst stalk nightlong
And whisk away their harmless prey
Far from the very lights of day

I feel the beatings of your heart
    Strive towards me with steel-bound love,
And though as now we are apart
   I can’t love you more than enough.

You are to me my bonnie lass,
    And all my darkest woes expressed
Can ne’er outnumber all in past
    Our joint-found years now put to rest.

I see tears from your eyes like brine
    Fall down your cold and withered cheek.
No words roll off the tongue of mine
    If only hearts and souls could speak.

I would say what could find my heart
    In fairest prose or poetry.
What pity now that we’re in part,
    For you meant the whole world to me.

We strode on one, both together
Beneath clouds soaring white
Me and my fair Meriwether
Till waned the morn to night
And then we would look up at the sky
And count the stars, all bright
Up in the canvas, painted high
The canvas of the night

And sweet the breeze would touch her hair
As they would like waves whip
And I would whisper in her ear
And I would kiss her lip
And we would count each evening star
And look at bright the ship
Of maiden moon sailing afar
Once I’d kiss soft her lip

And then we’d rest beneath the bough
Of old a hickory
And rest upon the hill’s green brow
We’ll rest together we
And frolic mid the blossoms, soft
And white as ivory
And run like clouds that glide aloft
In rest, together we

And then we’d leave to our home, warm
Once we strode mid heather
And o’er our heads, came gray a storm
A storm of chill weather
And blew over the peridot land
We walked home, together
Stride by stride and hand in hand
In love, in heart I
And my sweet Meriwether…

Love, merry are you as a midsummer flower
    And blithe as a lark upon the camphor’s tower
Singing free by every hour
    Which passes in dream, on and through

Most graceful are you as a lithe falcon, flying
    Or a gentle hawk by the spinning wind, crying
Or wooing tone, slowly dying
    In pain’s midst for the song are you

And not austere as the cruel mistress of ice
    And most warm and most crisp as the midsummer skies
Free as the wind by morn that flies
    To carry scent of lilac and dew

As gorgeous are you as a bright dream of sweet love
    And as gracious as the Eye of G-d, high above
Ne’er in my life, I can’t hurt enough
    To have me loved as I love you

In mettle, in pure gallantry
They storm by foot to war
Muskets set, blades sharp and strong
To fight in blood and gore

The tyrant entices them with gold
Chance anew at life
But those poor souls, they never knew
They’re in for woe and strife

With pride inlaid within their hearts
They bid their wives goodbye.
In agony, in shadow black
They’ll soon fall and they’ll die

And ask themselves on verge of death
What was it worth it for?
To march away and give their lives
Away to death at war