a fuchsia

wildflower

a no-sunflower

she’s got me

in her power

a fuchsia

white spider

one to crawl

a right insider

she’s my

night fire

hey fuchsia

let’s frolic

don’t you be so

melancholic

or alveoli

ventrolic

as you fall

to your

watery

death

I met a man who lived in gloom. Illumination left his room. 
His hair was long, a flowing stream, caressed his skin as in 
a dream. And in his eyes there was a void. This automatic, 
live android! Oh and laughter was his bane. He’ll never be 
the same again.

He told me he had once a lover and to compare there was
 no other. That took him back to ancient Rome, where in a
 temple, all alone, scripts of unknown lore were read and 
they on honeydew were fed. Oh and laughter was her 
name. He’ll never be the same again.

My friend looks up, his face is pale and in his eyes I see
 his tale, reflecting light and life and more as if they are two 
gilded doors. But now in spite of all the pain, his eyes light
up. He can’t explain. Oh and laughter lives again!
 He’s going to be the same again.

The end of the world is nigh

These crags without life

A castle that looms

This guy is a solemn monolith

Pounded by storms

Pinnacles dripping wet

In the wilderness

Awaiting the end of time

On an island so dark mountains

That stand sublime are an ocean apart

On an evening tense with murder

and a moon that blazes cold,

the land howls in agony

and another life dissolves

The castle waits,

a monolith with four turrets standing high

Spires try to rip to shreds

the dark myopic sky

The Count appears,

so pale, with a touch as soft as silk

His eyes are filled with anguish

for he cannot find the milk that

keeps his soul alive

and throbs within his breast

His heart, it pounds

The rhythm echoes off the walls,

like bells the lanterns ring

But now the constant pounding

is a raven on the wing

The raven lands,

it speaks, in an ancient tongue, explains,

that the Raven of Eupherides

has succeeded once again

to keep the Count alive

and put another soul to rest

It keeps the Count alive

Went into the citadel to see what I could find

All I found was rabid rats and children going blind

They didn’t mind. It caught them by surprise

Went into the citadel to get some peace of mind

All I heard was ringing bells and no-one of my kind

They didn’t mind. It caught them by surprise

Went into the citadel to rescue me a Queen

All I found was holes and bones and now my Queen is free

But she didn’t mind. It caught her by surprise

Doppelganger, doppelganger, doppelganger, please

I’m dying on my feet I tell ya living on my knees

It’s hard enough without you, it’s hard enough oh please

Doppelganger, doppelganger, frequency rare

The reason I can’t see you is because you’re never there

The reason you’re not there is cos you’re… air

Doppelganger, doppelganger, armor class five

The ethnographic ratio keeps you alive

You know you’ve never traveled and you’ve never socialized

Doppelganger, doppelganger see you on TV

I see you in the forests in the Gothic cemetery

You’re playing hide and seek with your personality

Doppelganger, doppelganger, bitte siehst mich sterben

auf mein fuß du siehst mich sterben an den kniem

Ich kann nicht ohne dich und ich kann nicht mit dir bitte

Doppelganger, doppelganger, fly away home

Your house is on fire and your kids are alone

It’s enough to make me sick, it’s enough to make me groan

Sharp-fire steel, blue-metal reel, bodies lie broken

Underfoot as the axe flies through the air

Long-sword striker, sparks fly higher, black eyes

Smiling in the mask as the axe strikes once again

Blood-soaked charmer, sword-struck armor, fear lies

Stagnant in the air as the axe flies to the mark

Charge of fear, shaft of spear, kingdom crumbles

In the dust and the axe has struck again

Forged by dwarves in the depths of a mountain using

Dragon Flame then steel-cooled in the Mystic Fountain

Battle Axe was tamed

Soldier rides his ebony stallion to the Bottomless Lake

And there sails the Viking Galleon to decide his fate

Charge of spear, sword-struck rear, body lies

Stagnant in the dust as the axe flies to the mask

Blood-soaked steel, blue-metal peel, fear lies

Broken underfoot as he wields the axe again

Paladins fighting Saladin’s

To free the Holy Land

Bloody butchered battlements

Clerics in the sand

Ships are setting sail

Grail in the Holy Sand

Bloody butchered battlements

Blood on the Holy Sand

Off to the Crusade

Where Ivanhoe was made

To find the Talisman

Paladin, Saladin, Talisman

Paladins fighting Saladin’s

Blood on the Holy Sand

Fighting flail with flail

Clerics in the sand

I’m on the Quest, cos I’m the best,

I’m on the Quest cos I’m better than the rest,

Going on the Quest, looking for Ptolemy’s Almagest

Going on the Quest

Sick of a rest, headed East then West

I drifted out to sea, drinking herbal tea

Put to the test to look for Almagest

Found Kublai Khan, he was in the pleasure barn

In the Dragon’s lair, where nobody dare

I was trapped in a mire, bitten by a Vampire

Put to the test to look for Almagest

Found Bonaparte, he had lost his art

Trapped in a cage, by a vicious Sage

After grisly slaughter ravaged by his daughter

Put to the test to look for Almagest

Found Joan of Arc, but she had missed her mark

Another Peccadillo,

Another Tete A Tete

I’m going to do some breaking,

Breaking in some skates

Another Peccadillo,

Another Tete A Tete

Something that’s salacious,

Something I can take

That’s the Bare Truth

Something I can take, at the Inn

Another Peccadillo, in the Inn

Tete A Tete and that’s between us

Now I’m at the Altar

Now I’m at the stake

I’m going to do some breaking,

Breaking in some skates

Venus in between us

You’re invited to a smorgasbord

All the monsters will be there

You’re invited to a carnival,

For a feast of flesh and bone

Frankenstein will be wearing a tutu

He can do a pirouette

And the zombie has his dinner suit

He can be a star

I want to go to the smorgasbord

I want to see my friends

But Ma won’t let me out the door

She says it’ll be the end

If I don’t go to the smorgasbord,

I don’t know what I’ll do

Perhaps I’ll have to kill Mama,

So she can come along too

For entree there’ll be blood of baby,

Served up nice and piping hot

Or perhaps you’d like to Hail Mary

And put her on the spot.

Main course will be vestal virgin,

Dressed in white and undefiled

And of course she will be garnished,

With parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme

For tea we’ll have some cake and

Cake ourselves in blood

We’ll carrion till sunrise takes

Away the night’s dark hood

Maddalena is her name

Casting spells is her game

Better not get in her path

She knows where the spirits are

She’ll deal her cards,

Check the stars,

Believe it boy, she’ll take it far

Better not get in her way

If you do, she’ll make you pay

Power pumpin’, poison packin’,

Gonna get some skulls a-crackin’

Fire buildin’, balls she’s breakin’

All those souls she’s a taking

She’s got acid in her veins,

A snake for a brain

She won’t grow old,

With her crystalline soul

She’s got eyes full of hatred,

A life that’s wasted

She won’t stop,

Till she’s destroyed the crop

She’ll put your soul in a hole

That’s the story I’ve been told

Kings have got an empire

Queens have got to lean

Princesses are going too

Bid it up, Waft Off!

You know

By now too

Get that tune!

Your orison

Minds are freaking

Freaking me night

And day, all day!

Freaking me out!

Kings are going to blow it

Queens have got to crack

Princesses got the peace

Werther, Werther, get out of your grave

Your mother told you to behave

Werther, Werther, he’s going to hurt her

Who’s going to alert her to Werther?

Werther, Werther, he won’t desert her

He wants to take it further, does Werther

Werther, Werther, aaaaghhhhhhhh!

She’s got him for murder

Werther, Werther, if you don’t have a

Body you can’t behave

I know a big black mama who’s very good at grammar

Has a son called Zorba who’s handy with a hammer

Her name is Juliet and she wields a wicked whip

Wearing scarlet velvet boots, this lady’s very hip

Kneeling at the altar, got a muzzle for a halter

Salvation from the mother, its coming will not falter

Now this little worm who is squirming at her feet

Knows what it’s like to turn and to go into the street

She’s reaching in the cupboard, it’s a serious scene

Wants to play a game called ‘the beggar and the queen’

There’s a knock at the door, just let your mother in

Get down on your knees to pray for your foul sin

Bowing down to mama, salvation is a hammer

Putting on the muzzle so she can teach some grammar

Her name is Juliet and she wields a wicked whip

Wearing scarlet velvet boots, this lady’s very hip

Doctor’s at play with the devil

Today, he’s in the lab

Creature unbound by a reason

Unsound is on the slab

The creature awakes and it’s the

Doctor’s mistake to set him free

With so much to learn, this monster

Will burn, the doctor flees

Doctor’s affright of the creature

Tonight, he’s on the ice

But the monster’s on fire at the

Funeral pyre Prometheus

There’s a shadow in the tomb, a mortal silhouette

The sound of digging fills the room and sarcophagus is hit

A voice in somber tones is reading from a scroll and

Revives the ancient bones as the bell begins to toll and

In the candlelight she sees a hideous vision of

Rotting flesh that’s old and dead and dry

For the world was very young

When tall Osiris died

There’s something going down at the old windmill

The pounding on the door is a-beating still

The monster from the crypt has found his long lost love

But she can’t leave necropolis soon enough

There’s a body in the tomb, an innocent pet

The sound of banging fills the room, has no one heard yet?

A loud, chilling cry screams from inside but

The echoes do not fly beyond the walls of the crypt and

In the candlelight she sees a hideous vision of

Rotting flesh that’s old and dead and dry

For the world was very young

When tall Osiris died

It’s a Full Moon in October

And the wolf is on the prowl

To engage in mortal blood-lust

May he find another hound

The wolf’s becoming hairy

He’s in the cemetery

Down at the monastery

He’d like a Bloody Mary

The dream keeps on recurring

When the sun settles down

A victim will be bitten

Before the moon has done its round

He’s a misanthropic lycanthrope

Six hundred and sixty six

Transit Transylvania

The beast is gonna mix

The wolf’s becoming hairy

He’s in the cemetery

Down at the monastery

He’d like a Bloody Mary

But Mary’s very wary as

Circumstances varied

Have answered any query

He’s on the howl again

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice is raising the dead tonight

The corpse in the coffin is lifting its head to fright

He’s an all-night Neck Romancer

From down in the basement comes a piercing scream

The Sorcerer’s creation had a throaty meal

He wants to try the taste of some exotic flesh,

Wants to take a journey to a foreign land

Collar up your neck cos he’s the Neck Romancer

Resuscitated Sorcerer’s taste-buds are tingling

On the floor of the basement their blood is mingling

B-grade feature, five-star feature

Watching Mary Poppins video

Skin feature

Listen to the preacher man

God’s not gonna reach you

The devil’s making it along

To a stranger tonight

In the night

Five-star feature, B-grade feature

Teach you some of Nietzsche

Popping on the screen

It’s a dangerous scene

And it’s starting to steam

Like a smoke machine

Skin feature

Listen to the preacher man

God’s not gonna reach you

The devil’s making it along

To the strangers in the night

We’re all living on the movie screen

Covered in cream we’re all in ecstasy

Skin feature

Bucket loads of cream

Ecstasy! We’re all living in ecstasy

Covered in cream! We’re all

Gonna be covered in cream

Going to take you around

to a pyro’s playground

where the buildings are falling

and the sirens are calling

Where there’s poor ventilation

and there’s smoke inhalation

and the flames are tickling

all the people are pickling

People are pickling

flames are tickling

smoke inhalation

poor ventilation

sirens are calling

buildings are falling

But we want to put it on

We’re going to put it on

Midnight broke and I had something

She wrote so I went into a dream

I wanted to reply, in fact I wanted

To fly to that castle in the sky

I wanted to scream some long

Lost dream of a Midnight Queen

Midnight stroke was the time

I awoke and I went into the street

And all the faces that I see,

They make Midnight seem to me

To be or not to be

I wanted to scream some Midnight

Dream of a long lost Queen

I wanted to reply

I wanted to fly

Going down to the cemetery

I don’t seem to feel too good

There’s a body hanging from a tree

My heart feels like it’s made of wood

(A-ha ha)

And I don’t want to die

Just for telling a lie

No I don’t want to die

There’s a gang close on my tail

I can’t seem to shake them loose

They want to put me in the jail

So I can face the hangman’s noose

(A-no no)

And I don’t want to die

Just for telling a lie

No I don’t want to die

Being persecuted for a simple crime

Shed my tears and paid that price

That’s not enough, I’ve got to do time

For something which I didn’t think twice about

(No I didn’t think twice)

And I don’t want to die

Just for telling a lie

No I don’t want to die

Like a boat on a river,

only one way it can go

and that boat on a river,

it’s going to make it

want to flow,

overflow

Smashed!

Or the licker in your liver,

is going to take you down the river,

going to slice you up a sliver

you can take it to the throne

you won’t be alone

Smashed!

Like a snake I’m going to slither,

going to make your lips quiver,

going to take you down the river

You can make it overflow

The clowns are in the churchyard

They’re going two by two

For the skull of another jester is

Performing there at two

The Prince of Denmark is

Conducting a minor symphony and

Will attempt the execution of a

Grand soliloquy

The players have all entered

Now with mattocks and with spades as

For the comfort of their guest a

Pit of clay has to be made

For this fellow who was once a

Most gifted orator has been

Lying in the earth for three and

Twenty years or more

Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew him

He could have been a lawyer with

His quillets and tenures but

What does all that matter to

The grave he has been lured

Instead he spilt the wine as

The jester of the court and

The Prince of Denmark knows

Another lesson has been taught

Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew him, Horatio!

Monumental building in a neolithic land

Heavenly aspirations that were made

By human hands

Anachronistic structure in a monolithic age

Giving power to the few and putting

Others in a cage

Monumental building in a neolithic land

Heavenly aspirations that were built

By human hands

Anachronistic structure in a monolithic age

Giving power to the few and putting

Others in a cage

There’s a tree on the hill

There’s an owl in the tree

There is a grave I can see

There’s somebody else here with me

There’s a bat in the sky

and the wind it’s just a sigh

There through the window I spy

The murder occurring nearby

It’s a clear dark night and a

Crisp white moon provides a

Silky backdrop to the ruins

Structure built to last

All time is crumbling in

Despair it lies in ruins

Ruins in the ruins

Pale young Princess northern

Blood has lost all sense of

Space and time in the ruins

Dark haired knight from southern

Lands can’t seem to find his

Mortal way through the ruins

Ruins in the ruins

Women flee the town

The beast is on the prowl

Riders on their black steeds are

Chewing on their spears

The sun, a blazing red orb is

Setting in the east

Apocalypse

The end of the world is here

My best friend thinks he’s a Vampire,

Reads books about bats, he’s got a

Coffin on hire. Think I’d better

Call the Voodoo Umpire, coz

My best friend thinks he’s a Vampire

It was at midnight in a bleak

December, there came a gentle

Rapping at my chamber door

And I had nodded, from what I

Remember, I awoke with certain

Fears I hadn’t felt before

It was my best friend, I almost

Fell to the floor, He was decked in

Purple robes and other vestments

And when I asked him, ‘What are

You doing this for?’, He replied that,

‘Rigor Mortis is a sound investment’

Well, I was walking, just to see the

Sunset, when I saw a dark shadow

Jump in front of me. Who could it

Be now? It was my friend you bet,

But when he opened his mouth,

He had a set of false-teeth.

I said, ‘My friend, why you’re covered

In blood!’ But he was laughing as

He bit into his feral repast. He had a

Crowbar, and as he turned he said,

‘I need a new car, coz

The dead travel fast.’

Better hang some garlic

From your barbed wire