And now, it’s dusk
And time to wind the moon!
Time to ignite the filaments of the stars!
Time to roll up our sleeves
Time to snatch our satelite
Back from the day-wolf’s jaws!
Time to make sure the seas
Are all set in their tracks
Well-oiled for all tomorrow’s tides!
Time to hurl a net
‘Round a shooting star
And have us a couple of comet rides!
A universe of clockwork!
A universe of steel
A universe of gossamer
That won’t be brought to heel
By natural philosophy
Or logical prediction
The bricks are made of truth
But the mortar’s made of fiction.
We’d offer you a moral
Something stern and true
To crumple in the pocket of your coat
But we’re all out of morals
The last few that we had
And so we offer just this closing note:
Go find some dark magic!
Go steal some steam!
Go soak up inspiration!
Get hit by cosmic beam!
The world is made of candy
The heart’s not made of glass
We wish for you a heart of gold
And a soul of tarnished brass.
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Steampunk will always have a special place inside of me, unless I can find a surgeon who takes my insurance and will agree to attempt removing the damn stuff.
This was from my Rock Opera, “Absinthe Heroes”. It was the closing song; but there aren’t any spoilers. Even ten years ago, I was clearly writing a lot about villains; you wouldn’t know it from this particular piece, but Villainy plays a major role.
I suppose I was Villainpunk before I was ever Steampunk. I just didn’t know it.
Also from Absinthe Heroes:
“You must be mad
You must be mad
No-one could say that
(If he were sane)
Too much absinthe
Too much smoke
Somewhere your mind
Was stained
With something awful
Something dire
Some inhuman
Mire;
You must be evil
You must be evil
Born without a soul
Like an ogre
Like a ghoul
Like a troglodyte
Or troll.
Some creature out
Of myth
Dark as pitch
And pith.
Here’s my novel, “There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN“.
And here’s Evil Expo, the Convention for Villains.
