Face of Melinda
By the turnstilebeckons a damsel fairThe face of Melindaneath blackened hairNo joy would flicker in her eyesBrooding sadness came to a rise
Words would falter to atoneFailure had passedthe stepping stoneShe had swornher vows to anotherThis is when no-one will bother
And conceded pain in crumbling mirthA harlot of God upon the earthFound where she sacrificed her waysThat hollow love in her face
Still I plotted to have her backThe contentmentthat would fill the crackMy soul released a fluttering sighThis day fell, the darkness nigh
I took her by the hand to sayAll faith forever has been washed awayI returned for you in great dismayCome with me, far away to stay
Endlessly gazingin nocturnal primeShe spoke of her vicesand broke the rhymeBut baffled herselfwith the final lineMy promise is madebut my heart is thine