Cornwall and the harbor

Where witches went mad more than once and

Until this day

In dreams at least

The lighthouse at Lost Christabel

Squat and hugely tilts

Upon the strand where Grandad's house was built

And having stood the test of time

The starry gale the bloody tide

Grandad's house though gaped with hooks

And filled with books

Could stand no more until

A certain prophecy

Once read - now stood

Before the world fulfilled



Now of these books in Grandad's keep

Some of them were new but mostly they were old

And the oldest was a scroll

A prophecy that read

When the riddle begins

The story will end



August the First 1892

And in the guise of destiny

Grandad quit Cornwall

";I'm a captain of a ship

My ship is charmed, and called Plutonia.";



Stories on land, storms at sea

'Tween 1892 and '93

When Grandad sailed for Mexico



Ships charmed and ordinary

Sailed the glidepath to the sun

And when the sun proved false

As it always does

Some of them would be lost

And some would sail back home

It was no star

But a magna of illusion

I mean by that

The mirror found

In the chamber of jade grown like a seed

Deep within the ground

The mirror found

By one man

So on and off again

He sailed the Europe's rim

On and off, off and on

Until his time had come



Through tears and smiles

The last domain

The rods of broken crystal

On and off, and off again

Until his time had come

Late to the story that had been

But early to the riddle not yet begun



August the First 1893

The charmed ship Plutonia

Sailed like a ray into Cornwall

And none too