THEIR QUIET POWER

In these and such times, 
On days such as this,

Do thoughts, and such rhymes,
Remind me of the bliss,

Of those stolen hours, and those crimes,
That touch of her lips,

The lure of those eyes,
The taste of that kiss.



Times such as these, 
When in the dark of the night,

Does she hear my pleas,
My knowledge of her might,

And she knows, as she sees, 
Not needing the light,

That I’m down on my knees, 
Giving up, without a fight.

Yeah, well...girls do that...

The beginning...

Keep a ready eye on the next hilltop,
Watch for a change in the breeze,
When roses will burn and clouds will drop,
And unsteady would seem the trees,
Then will I come, when call you will,
For my name in the darkening night,
When the depths of hell, would the horrors fill,
Look for my form in white.