SATAN'S APPROACH.

I went down to the beach,
The windy beach,
Picking over sticks,
Kicking the traces,
Where the crows nests are!
Amid Man's own dereliction,
To stare at the waters,
The deep. And muddy waters,
As a lam Man walking,
Dragging my chains behind,
With red rocks,
Flaming red socks,
Twisting to and fro,
Against wind 'n' tide,
Wind 'n' tide,

In lost innocence's 
For Satan greeted me that same Morning,
Smiling and beguiling,
All hoofed decked, and bejewelled,
To sift my tangled mind,
Like twisted string,
In winters hastening approach,
Dragging my chains behind,
Like some mighty Conjurer we all loathe,
But love to applaud,
Riding his great Leviathan,
In mists - a tossing,
And Worlds that ache with groaning.