Farewell the temple master's bells

His kiosk and his black wormseed

Courtship solely of his word

With Eden guaranteed.

For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass

Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed

Scar the sacred tablet wax

On which the Lizards feed.



Wake your reasons' hollow vote

Wear your blizzard season coat

Burn a bridge and burn a boat

Stake a Lizard by the throat



Go Polonius or kneel

The reapers name their harvest dawn

All your tarnished devil's spoons

Will rust beneath our corn.

Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam

Across his rain tree shaded lawn

Lizard bones become the clay -

And there a Swan is born



Wake your reasons' hollow vote

Wear your blizzard season coat

Burn a bridge and burn a boat

Stake a Lizard by the throat



Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court

Round which upholstered Lizards sold

Visions to their leaden flock

Of rainbows' ends and gold

New tales Prince Ruppert's peacock brings

Of walls and trumpets thousand fold

Prophets chained for burning masks

And reels of dream unrolled ...back to top

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The Batle Of Glass Tears	

including: Dawn Song

Last Skirmish

Prince Puppert's Lament





Night enfolds her cloak of holes

Around the river meadow.

Old moon-light stalks by brocken ploughs

Hides spokeless wheels in shadows.

Sentries lean on thorn wood spears

Blow on their hands, stare eastwards.



Burnt with dream and taut with fear

Dawn's misty shawl upon them.

Three hills apart great armies stir

Spit oath and curse as day breaks

Forming lines of horse and steel

By even yards march forward.