Mervyn Peake Quote
Hold fast To the lawOf the lastCold tome,Where the earthOf the truthLies thickOn the page,And the loamOf faithIn the inkLong fledFrom the droneOf the nibFlows onThrough the breathOf the boneRebornIn a dawnOf doomWhere bloomsThe roseFor the windsThe childFor the tombThe thrushFor the hushOf song,The cornFor the scytheAnd the thornIn waitFor the heartTill the lastOf the firstDepart,And the leastOf the pastIs dustAnd the dustIs lost.Hold fast!
Mervyn Peake
Hold fast To the lawOf the lastCold tome,Where the earthOf the truthLies thickOn the page,And the loamOf faithIn the inkLong fledFrom the droneOf the nibFlows onThrough the breathOf the boneRebornIn a dawnOf doomWhere bloomsThe roseFor the windsThe childFor the tombThe thrushFor the hushOf song,The cornFor the scytheAnd the thornIn waitFor the heartTill the lastOf the firstDepart,And the leastOf the pastIs dustAnd the dustIs lost.Hold fast!