you pierce the darkness Softly… softly… come to me I've always been yours “This seemed your handy work — so I told the boy” I smiled at you — you’re such a joy All grumbling shadows, all scowl and sigh Don’t you like seeing hearts align? “Well it wasn’t my idea — orders from high above” You huffed and shifted your velvet glove “He deserves this — let’s hope it holds true” And then you said —yes and I knew… “And I’m sure he’ll have plenty of Hope now they’re wed” You blinked at me — confusion spread “Married? That can’t be — he’s still in the ward” “Hospital?” said I — “Azrael hasn’t crossed my door” You closed your eyes — breathed deep and flapped your wings “Darling Death… start again… what is this thing you bring?” I thought we spoke of our son — your Amazon’s grace Who swept him up and kissed him in my own place Smitten and glowing — lost in her spell And all these noises and scents that I know too well But mighty Death — do you ever truly toil at home? Azrael walks the rounds — I choose where I roam I prepare… I walk the halls… I take my time… You get into character — that is no crime! Aye… perhaps a little… I put on the show… Boys grow up and their hearts will play We don’t pluck the strings — we just light the way And if it breaks? If it all goes wrong? Then we’ll be there — where they belong Love’s not a chain, not a spell we cast Just a nudge to find what already lasts And maybe one day… you’ll find yours too Ha… I work best alone… it’s what I do… for both of us that's always true If things go wrong we’ll stand right by his side I know with Hope — she’ll be his guide Bring out the best in him, shine bright and clear maybe it’s time you let someone near? we work best alone — quiet and still Books and games… all we need and always will I don’t need tending — I’m not like them I am the door — not the one walking in… Though still there are days I feel alone Even though I have nothing to atone Oh you sweet old thing — you haven’t a clue We weren’t speaking of him — no, no, not who Head office sent word — gentle and discreet To nudge Bob Jones and Eve Button to meet No potions, no force, no trickery spun We just put them where their hearts had already begun A little confidence… a little push to speak What they already held… deep and unique… And one day… they may assign me your match but one is life the other death with no itch to scratch! we've books and games— we are perfectly fine! but to be together does that cross a line? and what about that night of ours… in darkness we rolled in fields of flowers When you came seeking my embrace… A few years back… in this very place? no no we always work best alone and we have nothing to atone I shall go sulk! And I shall sulk well! Go on then, old friend… go dwell in your shell… But you’ll see… one day… love will come to you And I'll be here waiting forever true
