Farewell old Foe,

I knew thee well.

Farewell old Foe,

I can’t hear you.


Deep under earth, rot in your grave,

Maggots feast, your dust I shan’t save.

Scratch at the lid, splinter your nails,

And I, at the harbour, my ship sails.


You have no soul, you have no voice,

You have not a breath, and I rejoice.

The clasp undone, and music plays once more.

All I hear is verities, and you no more.