jack_razor

By the turnstile beckons a damsel fairThe face of Melinda neath blackened hairNo joy would flicker in her eyesBrooding sadness came to a riseWords would falter to atoneFailure had passed the stepping stoneShe had sworn her vows to anotherThis is when no-one will botherAnd conceded pain in crumbling mirthA harlot of God upon the earthFound where she sacrificed her waysThat hollow love in her faceStill I plotted to have her backThe contentment that would fill the crackMy soul released a fluttering sighThis day fell, the darkness nighI took her by the hand to sayAll faith forever has been washed awayI returned for you in great dismayCome with me, far away to stayEndlessly gazing in nocturnal primeShe spoke of her vices and broke the rhymeBut baffled herself with the final lineMy promise is made but my heart is thine