He weeps the tears that fail to fall
From eyes that never weep
He dreams the dreams of red-eyed men
Who never go to sleep
When righteous wrong is wrong done right
He fades, unfollowed, into night
Within the folds of Stygian cloak
Unseen the light he keeps

When reckless grows the rising man
Encysted in the stone
And to the winds, blow where they may
Is inhibition thrown
When lovers' eyes are raging fires
And soft caress a living wire
But even lovers' flames have died
He takes the night train home

His love is now a sunken skull
Reflected on the rocks
But, love is twisted in the mind
Ruled by paradox
A mirror image, was his face
Reflecting the relentless pace
His last portrait was a chalkmark
On a broken city walk