Betwixt and between
The moments I have as a free man
Is a flurry of beauty and eternal grace
From my tormentor Saint Ann

I lay still in bed at night
Silent while awake
I see Saint Ann’s shadow over me
My soul is hers and hers alone to take

My eyes sense her over me
Hands splayed across my chest
I yield to her in mind and deed
Though she hesitates to let me rest

I hardly surrender in my dreams
But she does what she can
It’s hard to fight against the fear
Emanating from Saint Ann

Blood and tears streak my face
I cry against the precepts of a man
The world seems dark and strange
When tormented by sweet Saint Ann

Saint Ann is not alone when she torments me
Dragons flash by in the twilight
Her sword arcs overhead
Claws scratch the earth as they take flight

She severs my soul from me in one cruel stroke
And I cry out with remembrance of past pleasures
There is no blood on her gown
But there is blood in her eyes

If I could change my fate by action
And rearrange my eternal plan
I’d not shield or hide my soul
From my tormentor Saint Ann

I saw her from afar that day
And I was clearly taken
She was an angel set free on us
As we were not forsaken

I sent her flowers and poetry
My longing transcending passion
She smiled while singing in the sun
And was aloof as was her fashion

My fire burned much brighter now
I just had to possess her
She danced by the moonlight then
And responded to my love with laughter

I wrote of my deep love for her
My ache collapsed in a crash of thunder
She barely saw the words I wrote
Eyes burning through the page in wonder

I called to the gods to save me
I begged them help me if they can
I received a flash of clarity
And in it perceived a plan

My struggle has come to an end
All my fears are laid to rest
I have her heart after all this time
And I keep it on my desk