but rare a better night
to step back from all that it knows
and fade away from sight.
i've heard better verses sung
but rare a verse so clear
to stir a heart so cold, so closed
then slowly disappear.
i've smelt a wolf from 'neath sheeps skin
but rare a smell so strong
to spread decay all 'cross its path
and linger far too long.
but i've felt no better love than now
though i've nothing to compare
i know its beauty to be truth
and at that truth be rare.
