Deathbed confessions of a sinner

[jikan myshkin]

Deathbed confessions of a sinner


Gypsy lady smile at me
The night is growing cold
Fairest angel sing for me
My ears are growing faint
Helen of troy smile for me
I am stranded on an island
The virgin Madonna weep for me
For I am hung out to dry
Oh artist with thy brush
Paint the sky golden for me
For my eyes are growing dim
Goddess of antiquity play thy lyre for me
I am moaning out of tune
Florence nightingale watch over me
For I am a child
And all ye ladies with
Thy eyes so fair
Guide me through to the other side

[Helga]

I like this a lot, the rhythm and how it flows perfectly... love it...

[qimissung]

It's npt just fish eggs, jikan, it's caviar! well-conceived and beautifully done. I like it a lot.

[Pendragon]

I second the motion for great flow! Wow!

[Virgil]

It's actually quite nice Jikin. I like it too. Good work.

I think you have a typo in this line: "Goddess of antiquity play they lyre for me."