In Dread Response

I'm inside your galleon, every timbered limb Gazing through a hazy portal of cracked obsidian Never to be released from this seafaring tomb To be condemned before the waves beneath the waning light of the moon Upon uncharted ocean, a realm unknown to

Caged in delight, wailing happily through the nuclear fog Slave of the Carbon 14 cloud, you swing by chains of invisible torture Puppeteer perverse, your marionette has clipped it's own strings And in the snow -- limbless, bleeding (as the dove break