The stoic’s face severe
as he turned a callous and deaf ear
upon the vulgar thralls
in their salacious free-for-all
who shared none of his fear.

I’m thankful for the courtesy,
the kindness that you show to me
which serves as sweet salvation
in moments of desperation
to bring me back to harmony.

With her garters and her lace
and a smile on her face,
she’ll take you by the arm
and turn on the charm
and put you in your place.

It howled and it rained,
the storm untamed
bore down on the people
who sat ‘neath the steeple
and whisperer His name.