Face Of Melinda

By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair

The face of Melinda neath blackened hair

No joy would flicker in her eyes

Brooding sadness came to a rise

Words would falter to atone

Failure had passed the stepping stone

She had sworn her vows to another

This is when no-one will bother

And conceded pain in crumbling mirth

A harlot of God upon the earth

Found where she sacrificed her ways

That hollow love in her face

Still I plotted to have her back

The contentment that would fill the crack

My soul released a fluttering sigh

This day fell, the darkness nigh

I took her by the hand to say

All faith forever has been washed away

I returned for you in great dismay

Come with me, far away to stay

Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime

She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme

But baffled herself with the final line

My promise is made but my heart is thine