APRIL FOOL -- April the 1st., 2006

 

A fisherman draggin' ashore his empty net,

That's what I am, after hours travailin',

My heart tried, my body is all a-wet

Of sorrows thousand and hopeless a'waitin'.

 

Yeah, a fisherman, after years castin'

And rowin' abroad for the ransom that

My life would change, anglin' and baitin'

Until my hands bled; and then i'd squat

 

On that empty beach spanned by empty eyes,

All hope broken shells, yet nought a fish,

A crab, a lobster, not even the smallest

 

Shrimp to chew on, for all my sighs;

And realize then ---- that for a conquest,

Spilt salty blood after an empty wish...

FREYYA -- THE NORSE GODDESS