Twilight in the winter
On a cold and clear night
Bands of black, blue, and orange
Bound together across the sky
Wisps of sunlight glowing right through
With the darkest night behind me
I think with you I am not quite through
My body churns out pain and suffering galore
With Christ, there is always something more
Nobody knows who it is I suffer for
I yearn to be remembered by God and more
Boldness without faith and love is as bullheaded as a door
But to you my love, I beseech you and I implore
Enter into my heart while we dance on the floor
A Prophet Scorned 