deck chair

The Darkness

We had not long set sail
When a gust of a gale
Whisked my poor deckchair away
Into the brine
This blusterous swine
Stole something precious from me that day

What will I sit on
Now that my chair's gone?
Where will I rest my behind?
Who will cradle me
Through the stormy seas
Of life and of time?

La vie
Le temps
La mort
Qui te bercera?
J'appartiens à Poseidon
Le vent est ton tempérament
Mon amour

I stand here alone
For I have not a throne
Surveying the swell for a sign
The seat I relied on
Belongs to Poseidon
She is Neptune's, not mine