Stay

He’s where all the wicked reside.
He’s with who all the holy abide.
To his own will, a scarecrow, ruled still,
Defenseless, for the winds to kill.

Stay by him, stay by the night.
As a desire to remain shall fight
A wish for death to arrive
Discreet as he is, he is to come alive.

With his eyes up, and his face down,
A gaze and a smile born of a frown,
Dancing, dripping from beyond a past
Disappointing, forcing you not to last.

But, stay till the dawn, stay for the sight
Of him burning for you, of him burning bright,
Of the face in the wreath of smoke to come,
Of the face of what you are to become.