And I go mourning, horning on
My love spans twice a Megalodon
When cold and crass our bodies crash
And I go splintering like glass
Across the floor your soul reaps on
And to the door all yew and yon
I caved before a garish god
Who, crouching, crumbling like sod
Has granted me the gift of gall
Which now I summon, grit and raw
Against the day of Megalodon
Against the gay and goried one
And I that...