When my work is finished for the day
I run away...
I demand Justice,
For the world's hatred, a blight...
Screaming at myself to stop the pain
Watching myself continue to dig deeper...
In the shadows, where darkness feeds,
Lies a tale of souls with desperate needs...
Plucked by the wind of aspirations
and scattered in the shadows...
Love they spout, love they falsely declare,
Yet their eyes betray a darkness, a glare...
go ahead and cry your crocodile tears
you're really only sorry for yourself...
The cool breeze fills the meadow
Filled with wild flowers of all colours...
A quaint hillside park, repository of memories in...
The mysteries of old Ireland rising like mist from...
The gods are beautiful,
but do they know how to love...
When I was young I used to fear darkness
Frankly I used to fear the creatures that lurked...
Dreams of misty Babylon, of moonlit deserts
Of tales of knights of the infinite sands...