Compulsion

[Pendragon]

Compulsion (Parody of Masefield)

I must go out to the Night again,
To the friendly, starry sea—
To speak again to my silent friend
Who may never answer me…

I must go out to the Night again,
Where the wind blows cool and fresh,
And there are no brilliant, blazing lights,
And burns upon my flesh…

I must go out to the Night again,
Until death shall lay me low;
Then far beyond the final void of Night,
My soul shall once more glow…

D L Harris (Pen)
© 5/7/96

[PrinceMyshkin]

Unfortunately, I couldn't shake loose of the echo of Masefield...

[Pendragon]

Unfortunately, I couldn't shake loose of the echo of Masefield...Well, I admit the echo is rather strong...