Ironsides Family/Raphael/Poems/The God of Wine
This was written while Raphael was captured and imprisoned by Monsters for the second time. He scratched it onto the wall with a piece of rat bone he acquired.
The God of Wine
I know a man who treats me well,
I may only meet him in one way,
When my soul is trapped in a cell,
I invite him to an evening soiree.
Is it right that I am aware of my looming death,
Or that inside this skull I am alone,
Must I try to savour every breath,
Or is it better to have never known.
Each day burdens me with woe,
Each night I dread the cold,
There is a happiness that I know,
Gained only in his hold.
You know this man as well as I,
For we are just the same,
We beg him not to say good-bye,
As when he leaves we are to blame,
For the life spent in his worship.