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DEAD OF NIGHT
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 2/18/2002
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Deep in the dark, when all is still,
A swirling mist, a bone cold chill.
It beckons me, wrong or right,
As again I heed, the dead of night.
Alone I ride, hopelessly drawn,
And pray it's darkest before the dawn.
The reek of whiskey, of cheap perfume,
A sinner's stench, a life consumed.
In the dead of night, you can have your way.
In the dead of night, be prepared to pay.
In the dead of night, another soul.
In the dead of night, has paid the toll.
Take what you want, leave what you will,
Live for the moment, live for the thrill.
Live to accept, once you choose,
Take what you want, want what you lose.
Deep in the dark, when all is still,
Having it's way, bending my will.
May the wind, the thunder I ride upon,
Take me to the light of dawn.
In the dead of night, you can have your way.
In the dead of night, be prepared to pay.
In the dead of night, another soul.
In the dead of night, has paid the toll.
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