Bewildered, stunted now, staring half aghast
Hot on the demon’s trail, alone in his own past.
Ain’t got no regrets, he don’t, struck down on the road again,
Easy to meet a man when you’re nearer to the end.

Who could be so blind? In a brothel’s bed he stays
Why can she not see the things before her gaze?
In defiance here, a town of neither wrong nor right
All is empty now, frozen in the blight.

Under this load I see a world caught in vice
Vicious raids and savages, death comes dealing at a price.
Fair pay for rabid hands, hunted young and old
Death dark shadows coming soon, and no one here to steal our gold.

Minions of the war are knocking now to haunt the halls of dark
Yes, the treasure’s up ahead to keep us all apart.
The Lord has cast us out, the highest in the land
Have broken all our tracks, but pagan shrines still stand.

Killers of the soul—but who will make us whole?


By Frank Watson (c) 2022