Farewell old Foe,
I knew thee well.
Farewell old Foe,
I can’t hear you.
Deep under earth, rot in your grave,
Maggots feast, your dust I shan’t save.
Scratch at the lid, splinter your nails,
And I, at the harbour, my ship sails.
You have no soul, you have no voice,
You have not a breath, and I rejoice.
The clasp undone, and music plays once more.
All I hear is verities, and you no more.
