Faye Sizemore and Nancy L. Meek

THE VISITOR

In the galleries and hallways of Hell
I meet with you each night
at the first fading of sunlight
as I lay my weary head upon my bed
… and you return from your realm of the dead

whatever it is you seek… ‘tis no lesson for the meek…
entreating me… begging me… to change places with you
… wrestling with me in my sleep… till dawn’s morning dew
It torments me still… even though I’ve grown much older
for I didn’t even know you… you… just the enemy soldier

How can it be… in the galleries and hallways of my Hell
I now have come to know you… oh… so very well…

From the original idea by Faye Sizemore, March 30, 2004