An extract from The Rhyme of the Rabid Cannonfodder.
All in a cold and sable sky,
The darkened stars, at night
Right up above the rocks did stand,
No bigger than a Hobb'.
Night after night, night after night,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted Orc
Upon a painted mountain
Corpses, corpses, everywhere
And all the tombs did swell
Corpses, corpses, everywhere
Nor any meat to eat
The very deep did rot: O Eye!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Within the ice-cold tomb
