The green leaf grows
The tall oak sways
And yet they fade away
The fearsome winds
With hellish din
Do strip the World away
Then in the silence
I hear your call
And the wind begins to howl
You draw me close
And in your arms
I feel the fire of hell

What lonesome bird
That falls this far
A dove without a tail
With gruesome care
You end its life
And tell me not to fear
You feed off me
My fear cool sweat
And laughter fills the air
You take my hand
You touch my hair
No escape from your lair

Give me grace
And give me light
To guide my steps
In the darkest night
I flee in horror
You follow in haste
Your mind calls
With your hate
To me images dire
These tortured bodies
Those hapless lives
Precursors to my fate

© Robin Sherwood 2005