Peter Walsh Poet Lyric

The Queen of Repentance

On the morn of the eve of infinity
Saw the eyes of a stranger I knew
As she danced to the tune of the Devil
By the silvery light of the moon

I said " Lady I came here for drinkin'"
But her burning gaze finished my sentence
She said " Sir! Won't you tell me your secret
And I'll be your queen of repentance"

So soldier or sailor live life to the last
Believe in the truth of expectance
For in some dark tavern or shady bordello
You may meet her the queen of repentance

Then her hand held mine like a grape to a vine
With a promise of pleasures untold
And this angel or wraith was to replace my faith
And shone light in a soul turned cold

So soldier or sailor come tell her your secret
For she's your last chance of redemption
Let the black in your soul be replaced by the light
Where no sin is too great for exemption

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Peter Walsh January 19, 2014 at 4:52 AM Thanks for the kind comment Anne Lise...Woke up out of sleep and wrote this one in a short time ...the mind relaxes on holidays...have a great day..

Anne-Lise Andresen January 14, 2014 at 11:35 AM - A skilled writing poetry. - Interesting to read - well done, Peter. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)