Courting the bizzare

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
Sweet violins shall play in the night.
And nobody will wonder,plan or fright.
No restless sabbath hereos all are still.
No bothers or fears or nightime ills.
Great lines of people made of sorrow.
With nothing to keep and nothing to borrow.
Time and time again misery living.
All in the sanctuary while innocence winning.
A son of samaria suffering a cross to bear.
And keeping the nations purified with fear.
As fast as a sword his pain to reveal.
His rest and his folly the world to steal.
Some made of rulers the world to oversee.
Greeting each other they were to swear.
That this earth is theres to keep with care.
A star he was a beckon of light.
A universal truth a vision a sight...