Vows which will not last into the morn.
Frauds of human happiness, forlorn.
Synthetic bass resounding off the hull
Invites two would-be lovers skull to skull.

Don't disturb the sailors as they mate.
Don't expect commands or captain's prate.
The liquid rolls the vessel to the shoal,
The anchor jettisoned, and three sails full!

What possession drove them from the shore?
What god or demon hinders to restore
Them to the land from which they sprung?
Won't there be another Götterdämmerung?