Never doubt
Wait here till it’s light
Keep away from dark fright
Said the man with the magic guitar
Don’t leave
Never leave
Whisper until it hurts too much
Surrender to the melody’s clutch
Said the man with the magic guitar
Don’t grieve
Never grieve
Just breathe the words red
And scream the magic bled
Said the man with the magic guitar
Before glow
Let it rain until it pours
And he will dry her
Tenderly, softly
Until he is forgiven
It is dark and cold outside
And empty
So empty
So make him not alone
Regret stains the sheets
And taints the night
And she can erase all trace
It’s about forgiveness
Leave the thunder outside the door
He will draw the shade on it
Turn out the lights
And make love with the shadows
A lustful calm in chaos blind
She must tell him what to do
Whisper until it hurts
Then she’ll forgive him
Somewhere before dawn
If morning never came
Would it still be too late?
Light fills a room
Curtains drift in a breeze
Sun falls to the floor
The world behind a window
A bullet bursts it to diamonds
But if darkness remains
And everything is still
The night can last longer
Lit by the already dead
Who might creep through my window
Dawn breaks too late
Night is at last chased away
Glimmering blades sink
A precious golden carpet waits
For a shadow to steal it back
About the author
Wendy Maddocks lives in Birmingham, England, with her slightly crazy family. She blames them for her twisted imagination. Sanity is not her friend. She enjoys reading and studying, working out and eating cake, which makes her fat and in need of yet another gym session. (Yes, I’m a masochist!) She also has a fear thing about sheep. After graduating from university, Wendy began publishing her own work online and is always working on new writing projects. What will happen when she runs out of ideas?
No, let’s not wonder that.
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