The Return of Lorreau

Whom among you, enticed of unfathomable riches, the grand high sea and foreign fruits susceptible to one valiant commodore, were invited thus by moonbeams and daydreams? Mused, are you, of precious pearls and satiable girls to hear from one ear but not from your other? The knavish chords of war call to you? And in such guise of mirth you answer- so sweetly reinforcing your bare breasts with earnest promises of official decoration in exchange for nothing more than that which an able man is meant for. Whether with lore, or lust before that grandeur afar and sweet remembrance in your stead- let me speak on behalf of the disenchanted, the shaken, the lost. When loose blood's draft and blackened skin is chased into your nostrils thin, you too shall damn perfumed illusions. When Mars' unencumbered hand has the dead placed further than your eyes will lunge, they will creep open in the night to recount the immutable. And when the beast spares you from his open jaws, be sure of returning with nothing in your hearts or on your sleeves but dark old smoke for blind young souls.