Et in Arcadia ego

I awoke to find no piece of mind

    Seems impossible to me now, now you know

      Even in Arcadia, there am I

        My own private rustic Paradise

          You are the reason why I am, the only reason why

Misanthropic knight of the highest rank

    Reflections of the man in the mirror

      Revenant, walker of the plains

        Watchtower hidden from view, deep inside the woods

          Dark branches reaching ground, weightlessly heavy

Blight is thy mind, rotten to the core

    Seek cover in the forest, ally shadows

      Debased traditions of sportsmanship, hunting you                        

        Looser at the top of my game, champion of will

          Roots of despair, seeking deeper into the tomb

The mother of all secrets are safe with you

    Be a good watcher, as loners always are

      Agoraphobic pressure building cunningly

        Sweet Utopia mirrored in the black mountain lake

          Peaks of truth and reality hammering down, presence

Dystopian legion of transcendent supremacy

    Always the undertaker, bowing to ones demons

      Without humanity the galaxy keeps circling, forward

        The Watchtower, guarding the crest as earth dies and withers

          Black light shining bright over the fallen, triumphant woods

As you change, metamorphosed limping fool

    Growing power resides within the geosphere

      Taking control as time slips, giving back all

        Et in Arcadia ego, resting place of the unseen

          Disappear always deeper and darker, being it all

                

                                                                                           Frank Savage - Berlin/Schöneberg ’72 

Ω