Sword Sword

The rider of the dark horse came rumbling in
the men at the gates ran far, they felt a storm is afoot
the rider, brandishing a sword safely, bedouin warrior
he stormed in a rhythm of words, heightened by speed
sword, sword, he kept on screaming,
sword, sword, he kept on rhyming
in alarming, but in keeping with a smile,
no one was seeing
desert rogues cover faces in turbans
sword, sword, the storm raced to the mountain
the city of Angels, beyond the market.

His queen called, she was feeling all alone
she was feeling weary, the conspirators were close
He was always there,but his presence was needed,
The horse was racing on moments eternity
by the sand, seashore, Madonna, do not be afraid.
he whispered, and sought help from the blackbirds,
the fear you trade, is the fear they get,
the cross is not yours to bear,
spirits surround you,
safe, and guarded,
your enemies, beheaded, right by the moment
they think, in the final act!

We need a reason, a final justification
of twisted intention, a formality,
steps should not be missed, progression.
Angels keeping track,
we saw your mark, on his head, dead. 

Town of Our Lady the Queen of Angels