When all the world was very young,
And mountain magic heavy hung,
The supermen would walk in file,
Guardians of a loveless isle.
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life.
Strange games they would play then.
No death for the perfect men.
Life rolls into one for them.
So softly a superGod cries…
-David Bowie, The Supermen
Llewelys' and Yarbonel's clothes, wigs and faceup by me.