I loved my Eve and she me too
in her own simple way
in angel-mind pure and thoughtless
I lit her in still waters ways
and harvested the blooms of gentle tides
then serpentine clarions called
in darkened mist I suit steel armour and shield
Eve had struggled carrying my sword
I know by my side was no place for one such as she
but she trusted her warrior will fight for her
hers was no betrayal but a punt to play Hobson's choice
in belief her knight and love will come in rescue
But in valiant chilvary and love I choose for her to fly unreturn
it is my battle let me take the stress

Tell no knaves and charlathans
the recesses of knowns
****** to beggars their penniesworth
their farthings to nothing
are the banquets for scatterlings raging angst
drinking snakes' venom in gulps
in blindness they shall remain dancing in dim fog
like its unknow the stirrers seduced
basting the innocence of Eve in doubts galore
who did in belief her knight will come
I know he loves me as much within and without
to keep my powder dry in sternness I relayed think twice
for chicanry merely wanted another gambit in twitch
you get better treatment as their prisoner

When in latter years a twin emerged
the girded warrior held you
and his eyes again revisited the story untold
shinning in noble pardon relaunched
he sought to second the emotions unkept afore
but wise head use sturdy timbers for rafters during the rains
and wait for clarions before the gallops
so when the vipers came we had already manned barricades
they got the story they wanted to hear and repeat
and we sent them north rather than south
once again I saved the dignity of a fair maiden
be not me allow an independent soul compromised and tainted
why foster the noble vigour on an unprepared
it is my blood that speaks so your twin will not go to my war
but know I can never hate either of you
am sorry you are victims of yourselves as well as victims of theirs