Morning sickness breaks the
garrison gates
The cavalry cries for treason
The soldier strokes his pony
And goes to shine the Captain's
sword
In this young boy's eyes lie
reason
But then the Sergeant burst
in, says
"Captain, I caught a prisoner,
Captain. A prisoner, what ho?
The Captain looks up and says,
'Let her go."
'But Captain, she commands
the lightships that patrol the sea around the rainbow tips
Whose bagpipes wail unbroken
She haunts the night and the
dawn and the light
On her sounds and words, your
cavalry's choking'
The Captain says, 'Have no
fear, boys, for what you hear
Because danger can't be spoken'
The war wind crackles and I
hear the rustle of shackles
From the stockade door bursts
Merlin
His eyes red and swollen,
like they've been pushed into the sun
His robe's aflame and burning
He jumps a horse, tries to
get away, but gets caught in his irons,
Tangled in his irons, and
he falls to the ground, his neck was broken
His spirit rises high into
the western sky
The magician lies an empty
token
The sergeant walks over and
kicks his body and says
"Captain, he's dead, uh, I
think he's dead, uh, what should we do with him?'
The Captain says, 'Hang him.'
For those live moments on
this earth are well-spent
And I can see his body sure
well-bent
It's his magic that must be
broken
And now night cradles low
The penniless weed plays raw
filth in the Captain's corner
With anvils spread wide, the
Captain glides
Each blow to scare her, not
hurt her
She spits with truth at the
Captain's boots
But he holds his rage suspended
The Sergeant comes stinking
of soldiers' gin
And cries 'Captain, the storm,
she blows unending'
Whoa, and the lightning cracked
And the sky was hacked by
dagger rain
It was torn, and the yard
was charged into a raging sea
And the Captain ran crazily
For the first time in his
life, in the Captain's heart, fear was born
So the Captain storms out on
the stoop
Panics when he sees Merlin's
hung body stretched by the neck
Silhouetted on his door
The sergeant screams 'Captain,
look high, look to the sky
Some whirling, swirling emission'
The Captain falls to his knees,
crying silent pleas
Because he knows, he knows,
And he thinks to himself,
'A magician'
Marco Giunco |
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