War Cry

I have left you for aeons
I have left you for the comfort of love
I have left you for a three-year guarantee of happiness
I have left you

I will try to get you back
by the river bend bursting with melati fronds.
I will get you back
before the boatman calls.

I will get you

There will be no grievance from me
No old socks soaked with dew
No staring at the clear moon
No more crystal curtains

No
Not from me

This time I mean it
Yes, sirree.
I will not let death's dream kingdom
get me in my sleep.
I will not let it get me
on the prow of my black ship.

Not I