OF GOOD AND EVIL
Of Good and Evil come to me
By starry skies, by cryptic dreams,
I've played the Saint's role to a "T"
Though nothing there's sacred it seems.
As gentle hand, as healing touch
Once reached afar to ease this soul.
There, branded "Evil" for as much,
Was hate returned her love in whole.
Virtue upheld by God above,
One angel sweet, she played my pain.
In decorated guise of love
Slithering slow across the brain.
As, lost between the love of two,
I stood, the prize of evil "Good".
A razor tongue running me through
That suffering be all it should!
All voices fade, far distant now,
Of her, who but cherished my word.
Judgmental eyes never, somehow,
Realizing the truths she offered.
As "Good", now set to higher throne,
Lands me all shame in reprimand.
I grovel vacant streets, alone,
Bearing ever the Sinner's brand.
Watching empty words fill her screen,
In God's name, what she will not do.
Dark eyes given that lustful sheen,
Even marriage "Good" won't hold true.
Would that I were evil within,
Would I yet confuse truth with "Good"?
Or could I meet "true love" in sin,
That love in God be all it should?
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 05-20-2000).]