The Core Of Sin

When I asked you for the dance ,
You know I took a monster chance .
Then you said you surely would ,
And I was pleased you understood .
Then we slowly , took the floor .
And all I thought was , just one more .
As I held you in my arms ,
I closed my eyes and saw your charms .
All I heard was music play .
And as I felt your body sway ,
Dreamed the dreams of all young boys .
Of such fine things are livings joys .
As the music ceased to play ,
I stopped our dance and stepped away .
As I did , I felt his hand .
Then all dreamed castles turned to sand .
There they were , your hands for fun .
A strange, sad dance, is two plus one .
Then I looked in your bright eyes ,
To wonder at your warm disguise .
As you smiled your mask away ,
And kept your silence of such play ;
I resigned to be a sport ,
And only gave a plain retort .
Smiling , I just walked away .
For there was not much else to say .
Until now I've held my peace ,
But now I write this sad release .

What you did in wretchedness ;
Hurt oh so much , and shamed no less .
Now I've got to say this prayer .
'May God forgive , what happened there !
May you come to Him and ask
That He forgive your shameful mask .'
Such disguise can do no more
Than lead a soul to Hell's front door .
And I'll say just one more word .
The one I hope to God , He heard .
'Love' , is all I ask He do .
No torture then , for such as you .
Just reminders at each turn .
The spread of pain is His concern .
Suffering is always felt
Deep in the soul , where love has dwelt .
Just because they never fell ;
It doesn't mean , they never well .
All welled tears portray such pain .
And damns the souls who made them rain .
So I write , out of such blue ;
To let you know , I spoke for you .
Your redemption , now awaits .
May you avoid , the other fates !
If you don't ; then as you may
In Hell , remember it , this way .
You did Satan's work back then .
You tortured love , the core of sin .

GREENWOLFE 1962