This grotto is our carapace.
A place of secret rite,
Of stifled sounds and potent scent.
A single lantern's light.
You come to me
But spiteful shadows sour your face'
You speak my name
And phantoms prowl our trysting place.
Long years ago
You took proud lovers by the score.
While empires fell
You remained their super-whore.
You come to me,
Maternal care upon your face.
I call your name
And beg God grant us saving grace.
NOTE: As a point of interest, the second, third and fourth verses are influenced by the rhythm of Jacques Offenbach's major waltz from 'La Belle Helene'.