WHAT MANNER?
What beast stalks the earth
Speaking through the tongues of men
Who have never loved a woman,
Bringing death in forms too devious
For frightened minds?
What form of deceit haunts the night,
Prowling the battlefields where dreams die
In the loneliness of love never found,
And are buried in the grave of truths untouched?
What evil thing feeds on the misery
Hidden in the shadow of a child’s tears
Born of a mother’s frustration
And a father’s impotence?
When your mask is lifted, I know you
And know that loneliness is the price
And punishment exacted for this knowledge.
Men pray to your robes
And perish in their cruel deception.