text: 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 shes switched a track
  Theres 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