Shady Meadows
Those Green Patches of Art
Do not belong in the Shade.
So why linger on in such Beauty
Covered by the Darkness made?
That Darkness devouring and consuming,
Leaving Nothing but its greedy Existence now.
How, can you tell, can the Demons roll
And rule the Green Patches of Art, how?
Were you left in the Dust and
Must you try to escape his Power?
If only Belief had refuged you,
Maybe you would have escaped this Hour . . .
But you didn’t.
Where the Grass lay once Green,
Now the Children there are Mean.
And you couldn’t escape this Shadow.
Shady Meadows full of Hate,
Give me back my Lover Mate.
And he couldn’t escape your Shade.
Love us not you will not hesitate,
Will we become your Outcast Delicate
And escape your demonic Pain?