Richard Johnson

27th March, 2001-Manchester

Jacobite

Accept that you’re alone
Come now Mr Jones
And in your kingdom of the sane
Where preachers struggle to find a vein
I thought it made me a man
To have fools paint my hands
Memories taken by unsavoury hosts
I forgot their names so I named them ghosts

I apologise
Life didn’t go to plan
I spent 24 years
With the Grey-eyed Man

What’s the use in grudges and cash?
When the old stone is blown to ash
Hidden in slow decay
Are the raging fires of Pompeii
I’ll know when my work is done
When the Jacobites have their fun
Until that day I must confide
In the warming hearth of those grey eyes

I apologise
Life didn’t go to plan
I spent 24 years
With the Grey-eyed Man
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