Photo by Christina Baldwin, (c) 2006

Music by Bruce Baldwin, (c) 2006

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The room grows cruel, her gaze is taunting.

All of them yearning, revering unknown.

The prey lay silent.  There is no release.

No one is immune.  And no one will disperse.

To know her a risk, to love her a curse.

All of you yearning, revering unknown.

You are prey lay silent.  And there is no release

Go on, they ache for you.  Go on, they wait for you

Go on sparing no one, our time is done.

Our time is done.

Her young must withstand.  She feeds her own hand.

Her pain is undue.  Her life is refused.

The room still silent.  Their calm is her storm.

They day is coming.  She will reign no more.

Go on without your truth.  Go on without use.

Go on,  no more will come.  Your time is done.

Your reign is done.