'Till Day Become the Night (Beatch)

A fake ocean frigate

Faking the seas

You fancy, or a spigot

I'm just less a man

Man more than you seem

Not a beast nor a man

Not a nadir, nor a inset

A type which you wish

I cannot bargain nor say

I'm a Challenger Olympus

A fighter and a stray

A knocker and a killer

Seems to me I can't say

Give yourself some doubt

Some realization, a stay

There's never enough

Never enough to do as Right

Instead we trouble on

Struggle on

As though day it were the night

If I had my sense to love

I would send you so much greater

Words to rhyme, a colour of time

A line that's so much straighter

But now I must say now, "I'm wicked tricks"

I know its so hard to see

This passion love, a chirping dove

A troubador at sea

The end of this

I plainly see

I fight the battle's on

For nothing's lost 'spite nothing's cost

When lions scratch the dawn

So think of me

I'm thinking of

The passion of the light

I'm giving of

The mitres love

'till day becomes the night