It ticks,
And it flits from the back of the mind,
The twitch that tells all, this time
The message was heard
Loud & clear
It sounds, the bell
Cheers a merry, gold doom
Breaking each second with doubt
& soon, the light will out
Or the sun will rise
The fight to see which comes first
Determined by pride
It's the waiting - the pleasure
No, it's the torture that lies in waiting
For the Sirens' call again,
Not the Muse, but then
She never was much of a wife
Better the Queen of the Sea
Or King of My Life
Better the Queen of the Sea
Than thunder drowned in being my wife
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