Time is

byRazzRajen©

Laughing before the Sun
came down
      whistling before the crows
struggled home      
the tavern-girl serves
the last of the madeira,

Tinkling bells      soft sashaying silks        
swirls of colour, and
hues of laughter
from the upper levels

      Waylay that Man        
string Him up  belay Him      
I think Torquemada was
such an accomplished liar

      Are all cruel Ones the same        
It won't hurt much,
I promise you        at first    

Now many hear
that refrain
many revel in
their druthers
      All come flocking and stay to feel      

Time was      the cries resounded      
Time was      the moans pealed off the walls      
Time was      those whimpers rankled
        
To come and take and taste      
Time was          

now Time is ,
He walks down the hall      
Time is, those mewls, whimpers and cries
      ignite his ardour      
sound only for His ears
        
Time is        
  

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