The Prince Curses His Eyes Poem by Christian Muller

Uncle! Even from here I feel the flames.
I cannot bear the sight of this demise.
I need to look away! But filled with shame
I cannot shift my eyes from what so lies
Before this weary prince. But why my Lord
Must this sight be so sweet? The canon blasts
Rise far above the tune of any chord
That I have heard. The foreign pirate masts
That sway to loot this burning bay, to me
Dance on the seas as leaves in autumn breeze.
The billowed smoke does form an yggdrass' tree.
That shades the world beneath her boughs. How be
There art in hell? Oh uncle gouge these eyes
That see a beauty in these blackened skies.