Guelah Papyrus

Aboard a craft bereft of oar

I rowed upstream to find Lenore

Abducted by a bandit or

A king from some forgotten war

And mindful of his larval craze

The rhinotropic micro-gaze

Ignored it and to my amazement

Rode to Paris in twelve days

This is the work of the guelah papyrus

Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus

Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan

Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus

She take me on, I never fail

To ride on the redundant rail

'Cause when I know she's switched a track

There's always one to take me back

And through the bedroom door intrude

A fretful frown and spoil the mood

'Cause though I never really stand that tall

She tilt my frame, she watch me fall

So maybe I could be a fly

And feed arachnid as I die

And view the ritual from within

The silken tunnel that they spin

And through the bedroom door intrude

A fretful frown and spoil the mood

'Cause though I never really stand that tall

She tilt my frame, she watch me fall