In search of

Up from the gallows his spirit did rise 
Making its way to the pulpit in front 
Thinking the ring on the throne is a prize 
Getting there only to him you confront. 

The halo that stands above in your space 
Reminds him the curse is time left to spare 
Bringing back positive beauty and grace 
Coming back quick is an act always rare. 

When you confront him he will turn away 
Hoping you leave and will never return 
Not knowing that you have come here to stay 
In your mind and your heart true love’s fires burn. 

Have you gone close enough to feel the heat? 
Grazing our ankles and toes on our feet.