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.