rare.

i have seen better days, all up,

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.