Castle Gore Ablaze

I put a long flagstone on a pyramid of sand
At the foot of the Holy Mountain
Quartzite peak and bleeding gold bullion
In fluid ounces

Put a geasa on you
Your fourth swan daughter
Has cut me the key and stole us the horse

Your father is a keeper of portraiture
And statuettes from the origins of man
Pandora’s infamous open box
And Egyptian pyramid plans

Down in his castle on the floor of the sea
Private members club for The Unseelie
I see him sleeping but he doesn’t see me
His fourth swan daughter cut me a key

In the great Jazz Age
I returned with 15 men
Thе castle was a second home
For somе Earl of Birmingham
Arthur’s fourth swan daughter
Was puppeteering the scam
We had rapiers, whoopee masks
Matches and a petrol can

“Who’s that knocking at my door?”

Table of giants, lake of revenge
Pure notions, twinned with a city in flight
Table of giants, lake of revenge
Pure notions, twinned with a city in flight