Neptune

Shape a cloud

Above seas

Black is the storm

Ill-tempered and too hard to please

Am I lost?

Or naive

The pain is so sharp

Sharp as a lover can be

Oh, they’re coming for me

Neptune your prong is so sharp

It bloodies the sea

Feet are cold

Stomach keen

Naught in the hand and

Nothing you left out for me

Wind, I howl

Ship, I lean

Last of the great

Lovers and leavers I’ll be

Oh, they’re coming for me

Neptune your prong is so sharp

It bloodies the sea