The Supermen
When all the world was very youngAnd mountain magic heavy hungThe supermen would walk in fileGuardians of a loveless isleAnd gloomy browed with superfear their tragicendless livesCould heave nor sighIn solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life
Strange games they would play thenNo death for the perfect menLife rolls into one for themSo softly a supergod cries
Where all were minds in uni-thoughtPowers weird by mystics taughtNo pain, no joy, no power too greatColossal strength to grasp a fateWhere sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbersNightmare dreams no mortal mind could holdMan would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die,To turn to mold.
Far out in the red-skyFar out from the sad eyesStrange, mad celebrationSo softly a supergod dies