Vanishing Act in Blinding Gray - Kayo Dot

Ten times ten the days are numbered

Passing time across the cloud of Q’Sh

The mystic sat at bow and prayed

Listened close with sleepawake eye

To the whirling of the vapor

Thought he of the proof of his prayer

The final drops in rough stoneware

Cleansed with water cleansed of wine

Seeing, skrying, maybe dying

Maybe soon the blood knives flying

Pilot daydream wasting hours

No port of call to cast his flowers

With lust he wandered far from shore

Adventure to the Lands of Whore

Steady in her courseless

Navigate through shroud

Scroll a shuttered lantern in the

Hand of White Noise propeller

Ghoul in black that pulls the strings

Admires how the airship sails

Knife in pocket turns

Yonder sleepawake eye

It burns

Something here isn’t right

Stealth and search second sight

Hear the giants groaning

Deep below propellers droning

Feed the lies that keep them going

Feel the knives feel blood flowing

Three fools embark upon disaster

Three plots three plans emerge as master

A cup of silence to drown the others

Draught of greed whispers opal

(The spying Warden watches from his Tower in Secret

Using an Esoteric magnifying Glass

But the dusty Mystic never sensed it.)

Passing time across the clouds of Q’Sh

Thinking thoughts planning plots

Sleepawake eye inaccessibly cries

Raises his hand anchor falls

Here where we stay

Here in the gloom

Here in the gray of the sail

Here is the tomb of the Grail