One False Move

One False Move

One false move, your world explodes,
one more turn down endless roads,
love that conquers lust expired
in a vacuum fear has sired
by the witch whose beauty turned
first your head and then had burned
God to dust by faded light
in the sorrow of the night.

One kiss stolen, one to please
angels with a sweet disease,
fever wrought by her intent,
she who breaks two backs now bent
in a dance of passion born
of a hunger which had torn
God to dust by faded light
in the sorrow of the night.

One last look at mortal fault,
when my form must turn to salt,
when my heart becomes a stone
buried where the weeds have grown,
where my chance and luck have died,
where the man and child have cried
God to dust by faded light
in the sorrow of the night.