MELANGE

       Melange that deadly dream device,
       The navigators holy spice.
       More highly prized than human blood.
       The bane of galaxies untold.

       The mentors yet denied her grace,
       Poor visions, feeble spells
       Mere shadows on the sea
       Of subtle madness yet to tell.

       Melange a prison of the mind
       She'll teach you very well.
       World without substance, without time
       Abstracting hyperspace sublime.

       Oracles of distant stars
       May bear her as a sacred vice
       But trust to vision born of man
       To know Melange at her true price.

       Melange addicting in her grip
       The pilots of lost sailing ships.
       Thrown helpless through the myriad worlds
       Damned as hell's eternal souls.
       Sick prophets veined in rivulets of gold.

				  B.E.