Once a long long time ago
I saw the Boss a tantrum throw
and in his eyes I saw the Child
The Primitive, the Young, the Wyld
He smashed the mighty dragons down
and slew his Phoenix (noble clown)
Undid the righteous unicorn
for whom the maidens softly mourn
And tore up predator and prey
and drove the waters far away
and tore asunder Gaia's breast
and stole the weary from their rest
A flood he sent, to drown the whole
to start again and plant his mole
And when the Chosen saw the blight
and from the burning stone lost sight
and to the shadows did recede
abandon hope, they did indeed
And so they cried to strike God's face
and take from him his rightful place
"But no!" I said. "It was not He!"
"The bringer of this Light was me!"
And so instead they drag me down
And worship everything "I" drowned
They think my Rule in Hell is right
How long I've longed for Mother Night.
Nom Serviant
