Wee Knock in The Night


Yea, I hear her wee knock of night
She has visited me oft of recent years
Yet, most desire deeply not, to hear her knock
Yet the wise man hears, listens and bows
Though none shriek in glee, when she comes a knocking

Yea, she has many faces, yet only one stench
Yes, look away quickly, yes, one and all!
From I and she, yes one of the same be we
Yes, you smell her scent upon me, do you not?
Yes, I know the fragrance is not sweet to the pallet

Yet I protest most highly to this indifference
For surely my heart hath need
To weep upon parchment my friend so close
For surely she knows only my travail to well
For it is my tears that stain her cheek so lite

Yea, they loved me when I stood tall as a king
They rallied round me when I laughed upon time
Yes, when I danced in bronze wonder under the moon
They surrounded me close to catch the glitter aglow
Where now be these, as I lay alone this day undone

I bound up their children, put food is their mouths
I fought as their champion for every just cause
A warrior yes, standing tall among men
I held their hand when they left in time
I was their friend and protector, where lay they this sad day in time?

I kissed their hearts, mended and cradled their very souls
Alas, my friends, where hidest thee now?
Sigh, I know you shall not come, I did always know
Alas, friends, I always knew you
Inhale, exhale, inhale... knock on the door

Indian Princess, I await you at the door.......exhale