Semiprecious Elysian Fields

10. "I Cried At My Funeral"

I cried at my sartorial funeral
I cried like a toddler cut away from its mother.
I cried like an overfed cloud
Drooling sadly alongside the winds of winter
In its reign of glory​.
Oh rain of glory!

Shed me rain of glory
Oh! My people, arise
Shed me a few quids of your rain of glory
From thine merciless eyes
Until my dreams drown in them
Awash, drifting, like scientific sapiens,
To a Tableland never seen in this cruel world
And watch the saturated sun burn away
Tingling needles of ravaging pain, then twirl
The exciting sorrow that may hold sway

Shh! But say unto sweet Romeo
And the preciously loyal maiden, Juliet
Seclusion scares sorrowful souls
But I still cry, as the West accommodates the sun
In illuminating dark black donjons
and cheekily hoisting the flag of victory.