By Alivian Kinsley
The man trudges
Through his darkness
Hesitates
And begrudges
His own love,
His own daughter,
He says, Darling,
Not much longer
And the winds rage
And they howl
And the man cries out for wealth and power
And the winds rage
And he screams
Love is no more than a dream
He turns upon
Those who listen
He says now
There won't be reason
To submit
To the lovers
Now that we
Have the power
And the winds rage
And they howl
And the man cries out for wealth and power
And the winds rage
And he screams
Love is no more than a dream
The man's fate
Is looking drear
His death is close
It is near
He is no longer
A begrudger
But merely
A secret lover
And the winds rage
And they howl
And the man cries out for wealth and power
And the winds rage
And he screams
Love is no more than a dream