Sand

Pleasures of the morning fade
Into the light of day;
Twilight's sad reflections
In shadows wash away;
In dreams the ancient Horsemen ride;
O'er many a blasted plain
The armies of our ignorance
Fight all our wars again.

Let fire quench your fire
As my cruelty, your pain.
The collar 'round your ivory neck,
The braided lash, the chain.
Strange angels beat the warrior's drum;
The Serpent sings of peace;
The hooded goddess on her knees
In bondage finds release.

Pleasures of the morning fade
Into the light of day;
Twilight's sad reflections
In shadows wash away;
'Til you and I stand face to face
With all of our masks undone,
Where silver foam laps onyx sands
Beneath a violet sun.