The tides of sin draw tighter and brighter,
The hours become heavier and weighed,
And the shadows smile dark and wild.
This is when hope and desire collapse,
The arc of the dream descends into despair,
When innocent lovers dance
Like angels on fire.
This is when the night comes down,
A hammer on an anvil,
And the only absolution excepted
Is a legacy of brutality.
A single note rings on and on and on.

- James O'Barr