The Arrogant Emu

Whose arms would you want to die in?

Princess! The river holds the trout
So does the world take care of me
And if you do not choose to see
That what we are, we chose to be
It’s hard, but is all one to me.
The rule is cruel, but there’s no doubt.
I’ll dream tonight of storms at sea….
Be sure your sins will find you out.

You cripple you with pain and lies
You’re hurting all the time, and, elf-
You built your prison-cell yourself
Then schemed and dreamed of open skies.

Princess! The river holds the trout

I cannot count how many times my life
Has closed before its close. Asleep, in bed
Free from the circlings of daily strife
I dream, and each dream’s ending leaves me dead
Sleep is death’s sister, so says ancient lore
I die, I wake, and then my death is gone
All men die once, but I die more and more
And wake up from my deathbed with the dawn.
The day is done, the night is come. Now I
Lay me to sleep, and sleeping for most men
Is restful. But for me? To sleep, to die,
To sleep- perchance to dream, and die again.
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