:::beside the good:::

fall i could,
but never steal.
shadows fade, the gallow is real
strikes the blow that will never heal..
atonement for sin with blood and bone
turn your head briefly...love leaves me alone.

heed the sound
of Abbey's bell
deceit walks sweetly the souls to hell
trips for those where others fell
onward march and eyes to yourself
if love had come or not at all
i think you would have known.

the ancient know
your battles fought
they keep the place that you were bought
prepare for silence..cease tremble and thought
if want remains when all is lost
i think that i will know.