By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair   The face of Melinda neath blackened hair   No joy would flicker in her eyes   Brooding sadness came to a rise      Words would falter to atone   Failure had passed the stepping stone   She had sworn her vows to another   This is when no-one will bother      And conceded pain in crumbling mirth   A harlot of God upon the earth   Found where she sacrificed her ways   That hollow love in her face      Still I plotted to have her back   The contentment that would fill the crack   My soul released a fluttering sigh   This day fell, the darkness nigh      I took her by the hand to say   All faith forever has been washed away   I returned for you in great dismay   Come with me, far away to stay      Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime   She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme   But baffled herself with the final line   My promise is made but my heart is thine