To Die and Dream Again

My bones all beg to break
My soul may soon forsake
The dream I dare to drink
This thought a thorn to think
How weak my will unwound
The gods have gone aground
To here unhorse my head
And drain it dry and dead
Of blood and brains of beasts
To put in place a peace
So finely fit and false
My mighty mind is mauled
But strong I strum the strings
And will re-win my wings.