Exquisite Corpse - archive

The persons on the winding stair of doom
Creddited - nay! I proclaim to all the world my love
too worn the threads still grace their battered loom
Who feints and hopes and does not dare to shove
afloat the raft, or elsewhere build anew
Telling myself that I was free of you
and filters down to sift between the few
and struck his head against the bloodied pew
of all that live and die. But what we fear
Fear we nothingness more than we fear life
And shall not for what's true abandon here
To falter at the painted Devil's fife
It being writ so, there can be no crime
Is forgivable as corruption of the prime.