The Second Star.

While the drops keep falling on the ground,
there is a hallucination that's creeping above and about;
Called away from the table, the man took back a step,
slinking like a tepid ghost, the horror of his untimely host.

Welcome, my friends, to the life of Zenith Jones,
where life meets chaos and imitates the sheoles;
semblance and party aside, there is another wile a price,
as he laid his town to rest and hopping every other pest.

Jones, the man, was calling for his salvation,
little did he know he was painting his absolution;
braying another's name was calling their hunter,
then panned, when it came and broke him asunder

Today Jones waits, worming and squirming,
sleeping to fall under the land of never;
Ever and ever and sworned for eternity,
skinned by all and with one palm less sweaty.

"Ahoy! Ahoy!"is all he hears now,
with tick-tock and scruples and winks and fears a many;
he sits on the deck and takes back a step,
and waits for the tepid ghost and fights like a host.