Idle Scribe

I’ll choke down salt to keep me pure
I’ll lock the door
if it’ll buy a minute more.

I’ll draw the mark to keep the clouds away
the hounds at bay
I know there’s Hell to pay.

I’ll hold my ground, remain despite the fear
I’ll just wait here
my eyes stay mine and clear.

So stand in circles, soldiers,
for just a little longer.
Call on angels, and on God,
or men if they are stronger.

You’re still yourself, my brother.
Let’s fight to keep it that way.
When all else fails, the dark breaks in
there’s nothing else to do but say
Amen.
Say Amen.