Mulciber's Lament

Two birds 

Trapped on a telephone wire

Called my selfishness 

Were I but man enough 

To give them reason to wing

A gentleman does not hug a lady 

Unless asked 

A gentleman does not refuse a lady

Any service he can bring 

Can I then impetuously 

Lead lambs astray 

Knowing full well the Wolf's waiting maw

Drips ever crimson 

And still yet desires all the more

Dainty is the flesh consumed here 

Tender the hearts rent of veneer 

And all facades now cast as masks

Down to the dust and all that remains 

Is her soft crying in lonesome night 

Were I a gentleman and not a fiend 

I'd make a noise, these birds take flight

Or else with some hunters charm 

Their locks undone their cage unbarred

And setting wing upon the wind

Give flight to these and to their end 

A new home found in climes more mild

Where torpid breaths of winds beguile 

And makes the hours to wax and wane 

While dolset tunes and songs refrain 

This dolorous night no more to know

These wire rakes make way for hope

But I am a fiend cut of darkest cloth 

And night herself by my brooding doth 

Declare these paltry rhymes a show

Unmoved my pieces 

Still plotted my course 

Remains ever fixed by an ill omened star

Affixed as a rusty nail to heavens vaults

Betimes found wandering within the dawn 

Or hidden to hesperidian antipodes

Far flung it's evil radiance cast

To make heavy the hearts of maidens chaste

Ever mine the evil day

Ever maiden cursed my name 

For still in seeing the image base

The eyes in the glass no path can trace

Nor mode or manner or vitality find

Nor wellspring of virility in my mind

To see such wicked and infernal ways 

And make no change in course now set

Into the storm

into the den 

Into their sweetest heartbreak once again 

Two birds ensnared by the fowlers line 

Two delicate hearts quiver and repine