The intellectual interests of scorn twilight Is shining its beauty into the night? Upon the meadowlands, Where the elder knight stands, Tall and very bold Ivory skin Big blue eyes With plumped lips, A man I once kissed, His shadow I still see dancing with me, It was a dance I will never forget, But at times my poor heart wants to follow The shadow of that summer night, He gave me so much delight Love was in the making But I again ran from love Because of what I hold within, I know, don’t understand why I let love slip from my hands, His words shadow me with a summers song, That keeps me holding on, But tonight, I hear another kind of song Music of true madness It became very dark in vain, Tracking of a hunter for my life, Dark Angel, wanting me for his wife.