As we walk together this grassy hill
Averting doom of earthly ills
Sitting by the river wide
And drawing from the mountainside
The King is calling for his land
Guided by his earthy hand
A ferry to fear and not to hate
A barter now a-fore too late
We twist through the sceptered isles
We drift into our demonic wiles
My mind, her soul, entwined, entombed
Upon this flowered sky marooned
O then shall once our trumpets sound
And buried deep, we, in the ground
As all our lives come towards our ends
We'll find the chemical wedding, my friends.
- some poetry i did