//

                              we often speak of the setting sun

          But now it is the earth              setting  

Behind a massive wall of  
                                                          da­rkness     unknown              

••

our love seems morbid

We are in DEATH'S ARMS

BUT DO NOT SEEM TO MIND AT ALL !

( oh god !   The children to come ! )

••

a few kind souls drift away

Calling the people  to gather together

••

Screams of pain

//

If even the EARTH is *****

What chance do you got little girl ?

::::::

the singer on the hill

The poetry of the PILGRIM ROAD

the meditations of the pure of heart

The mythic power of the warriors

//

NOW

//

is the only time

//

To be in your lover's arms is somethin

But

It ain't like livin in his

Heart and Mind