Crossroads

Crossroads to where life began Fear of dark cold round me again In the twilight before the morn Scattered grass iced, forlorn Silence in the air ash orangy dawn Fire burnt out like clouds in storm Life in vain for a purpose lost Empty pockets, wealths secret cost Deamon woman in dress and frock Promising warmth and unto a lock Of hair as token for a dark ratchet And chain that binds me binds me, Dimond in shame A voice to horse a cock to crow A secret pact That turns flame into snow Frosted word said in delight Was only a death raven in deaths final fright Cleansed faith leads fire into gold Flaming far below too tired to behold A stare too long at likenesses of Medusa's state my heart turned cold ash stone of hate The bellowing witch apon the air Blaspheming deamon dog's a-bark Unfair Reminiscent of the dead fell lark Scolding sweat pearls, Dressed by earls Jokers queens and kings horse driven cart fear fast wet waged tears acids came Between life death shame pride greed and blame.