My final fling before I quit;
A wild, careering waltz;
The only times I give a shit;
A future proven false;

Great castle towers and battlements;
Majestic dream-wrapped spires;
By crackling grates, warm evenings spent;
Dawn's silent floating pyres;

A cleansing stream from which I sup;
A font of bright elation;
The hope that keeps my pecker up
And sociable castration.