Song idea #4

I'm currently rereading Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast, probably my favourite book of all time. If I feel up to it, I might do a proper post on it some time. But I just came across this little chant, which I plan to plaigerise at some point as the lyrics to a song:

Hold fast
To the law
Of the last
Cold tome
Where the earth
Of the truck
Lies think
On the Page,
And the loam
Of faith
In the ink
Long fled
From the drone
Of the nib
Flows on
Through the breath
Of the bone
Reborn
In a dawn
Of doom
Where blooms
The rose
For the winds
The Child
For the tomb
The thrush.
For the hush
Of song,
The corn
For the scythe
And the thorn
In wait
For the heart
Till the last
Of the first
Depart,
And the last
Of the past
Is dust
And the dust
Is lost.
Hold fast!