Charles Francis Coghlan

A blackness comes forth, thick clouds from the North
 A serene cemetery atmosphere
 Transforms into one of melancholy and drear
 The wretched remaining seek shelter ahead
 Huddled together, shedding tears for the dead
 And 'midst the silence before that storm
 The beginning of this peculiar tale is born
 Ravished by infernal winds, hail and rain
 A storm surge generated by a deadly hurricane
 Caskets plucked like feathers and swept into the sea
 Into a maritime eternity
 Charles Francis Coghlan, born in Paris, 1842
 A remarkable actor awaiting his breakthrough
 Charles Francis Coghlan moved from Ireland to the United States of America
 His charisma would put a spell on you
 Talented, handsome and eccentric
 A rising star... reaching far
 Rough waves carrying caskets towards another destiny
 And most of them sink into the cold blackness of the sea
 Yet one coffin keeps floating steadily
 Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far
 Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far... in death
 Breath-taking was his play, expressing joy, fear, sorrow and rage
 He collapsed to the floor
 And when his applause died down, he truly died on stage
 Charles was no more
 Day and night dancing and swaying along with the tide
 Crushing rogue waves pounding the box of death until it's out of Sight
 Until there's no more light
 Corroded by maritime salts
 Submerged into the ocean's cold
 Sinking away from the circling sharks
 Pulled down into the dark
 Charles Francis Coffin - rising star, reaching far
 Charles Francis Coffin - rising star, reaching far... in death
 Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star... reaching far
 Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star... reaching far in death
 Taken by the wave from its Texan grave
 Coghlan's coffin drifted like a ghost along the American coast
 Until 7 years later, after the storm had abated
 The casket was found washed ashore on Canadian ground
 We are artists for life until the last drop has been shed
 And true artists will always perform until their very last breath
 Even within the cold and timeless theatres of death