Kneel till Doomsday

I drank the meaning of her words, as theft

She danced for Chopin, but his request was that she left

The sea gave up his daughter for the moon

So weary she looked, as my arm lifts at noon

The fate of you and the world hung on his lonely choice

I cannot, but I would love to bury the dead again

Reward and punishment are the walls of a city bare

And it is within you comfort I show the mirror

A panic of rich desire leaps up from your burning face

The face that shows your eyes was my sole victim tonight

It’s for you, Christ, that my bodies’ here

You’re bold with your anger and your love is shrewd

He is quick so beware

The cold pool waits just for you

Pierced to the soul by heavens blade of dire shadows

Where she speaks with her lord

Her maker sits all alone

Deeds are fruit, words are leaves

Long shadows cast by old sins

She spoke of Christ to the deaf and the poor

The woman of fatalism is here now

Her heart creeps among shadows of sick children

The dying, graceful snow breaks her simple back