he was eaten by owls

Part II: The Tupenny Rush And The Penny Dreadful 

Throw Away Your Keys For Bodies Contain No Locks They Understand 

Sometimes It Feels Like Someone Else Is Wearing My Body 

Most Young Kings Get Their Head Cut Off 

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night 

Asleep, The Moon In One Eye, The Sun In The Other 

Except You Enthral Me, Never Shall Be Free, Nor Ever Chaste, Except You Ravish Me 

Once I Saw My Thoughts Drive The Sorrow From Her Face, That Was The Nearest I Got To A Vision Beheld 

We Shall Oscillate Like A Pendulum