Better and Brave

Being better and brave, On the tower of sins.

Awake from a dream, on the lighthouse sheen.

I shun the bed, and check the time!

Clutched fingers on rows with my drowsy hands,

Let irksome feet toil upon the sands.

Lit the lamp of passion to make hell come true:

And Sailed the ocean, to find a tomb.

Just as the calm was rendered amaze,

I threw around a gaze,

Met death on my way.