BENEATH A HUNTERS MOON

A gothic lyric inspired by the beach on the Thames in front of The Yacht public house in Greenwich, and Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

The light so bright
Upon the shore
I find that thing
I had searched for
Behind a rock
Beneath the pier
I never thought
I’d find it here
It called to me
‘Neath Hunter’s Moon
Absurdly white
On silver spoon
Low waves did lap
I snorted deep
Amour filled dreams
Whilst I did sleep
Found Xanadu
Through long lost door
That magic place
Seen once before
Astral lover
Meets with me there
Glinting sapphires
Adorn her hair
But as I lay
Beneath the pier
An elver slid
Into my ear
The eel bit through
Ear drum so tight
As I dreamt on
Into the night
Eel found a way
Inside my head
Whence it would feed
Till I was dead
In Xanadu
Lake did ripple
As I caressed
Astral nipple
Moonbeams did bounce
Upon each wave
Whilst I became
The elvers slave
The tide eased in
My feet were wet
Still did I sleep
Could not wake yet
The eel chomped on
Into my brain
Dream visions then
Became insane
Soon dawn did break
My soul arose
I watched the eel
Slide from my nose
No way could I
Get back in head
From Xanadu
For I was dead