My days are filled
With Physicians
Clinicians
Pseudo magicians
Hospital admissions
To sanitized
Beds
Populated by the hopeless.
I hear silver words
From educated throats
That know no more than I
But try
To smile
Beguile
While
Conjuring with smoke.
Death!, I see you near
But do not fear
You!
Come into
The light
And fight me
Boldly
For your prize.
For in the words
Of Wales' own son
I shall not come
In silence,
But rage
And fight
To keep the light
Within these tortured eyes.
The Boatman
Gets no coin
From me
I'll travel free
The river Styx
For I have tricks
Up rotting sleeve
That even he will not believe!
And when I hear
The devil's song
Calling me
To join his throng
The song I'll sing
Will bring
Chaos
To his realm!!!!
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Owain Glyn
