Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix, "EXCALIBUR!"
DON'T wanna SING, a song of U....Yet, galoshes: fallen', what can I do? A Song of Princesses, Kings and Queens? Don't wanna SAY all Lust, or Kids, never strayed to count the Cost; whilst business, reality, fades into a Dream?
Wanna sing of Eternal Love, Minstrels, Poets, and where are your Past loves; And the Lady in the Lake, who smiled, serpentine? A mirror, a mirror, of your felicity?
Wanna SING those Saxon tales, Viking Rovers; U take the Dane LAW? U take the Dane GOLD?
WANNA KISS, ALL u MISS, holes in destiny, tooth and nail in the Coffin of your fate? (Some prick will dig U up later?) ...And sing your AMERICAN, Anglo-Saxon song?
Wanna SING of War-fare, blood, gore, a spread eagle, an Eternal, or shame of battle, EXCALIBUR, whilst my sword lies now: in a distant, watery grave: an ATTIDUDE, ever poignant, like an unforgiving mist.
O Sing of me' Brothers! We live and we fight...till the Day is Won!.....:)
c.2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacc-Sicily.
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