Guelah Papyrus

Aboard a craft bereft of oar I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Abducted by a bandit, or a king from some forgotten war
And mindful of his larval craze, the rhinotropic micro-gaze
Ignored it, and to my amazement, rode to Paris in twelve days

This is the work of the Guelah Papyrus
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus

She take me on, I never fail to ride on the redundant rail
'Cause when I know she's switched a track, there's always one to take me back
And through the bedroom door intrude, a fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall, she tilt my frame, she watch me fall

This is the work of the Guelah Papyrus
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus

...So maybe I could be a fly, and feed arachnid as I die,
And view the ritual from within the silken tunnel that they spin
And through the bedroom door intrude, a fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall, she tilt my frame, she watch me fall

This is the work of the Guelah Papyrus
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus