The World's EndWhere ravens feast on mortal sin,
The world ends at a clifftop inn
Whose greeting is a fleshless grin
From pirates' gibbet at the door.
This lonely structure is adorned
With bodies of those men unmourned,
With sign proclaiming Ye be warned,
And always room enough for more.
Our story, though, tells not of this,
This feared, this known, this bland abyss,
But rather of the promised bliss
A spyglass offers to these men.
For if, once fear has gripped his mind,
Our pirate's hand, then eye should find
The spyglass hidden just behind
The rotting gibbet post, well then...
Well, then he runs, or jumps, or flies,
(That is to say, the fellow tries,)
Enticed by promises – no – lies
Of life at sea forever more.
A sultry mermaid beckons him
To where no mortal man can swim,
He knows he'll gain a fish's limb
If he can just escape the shore.
No mermaid waits for him out there,
No mermaid sits and shakes her hair,
No mermaid even set the snare,
For she is only in the glass.
ID by Thiefoworld
Current Residence: Kansas
Favourite style of art: Italian Renaissance and Dutch Golden Age
Favorite visual artist: Rembrandt
Favorite bands / musical artists: Jethro Tull, Type O Negative
Favorite writer: Poe
Other Interests: I like pirates. And art history. And cute fuzzy things.