Monica Richards

All Lovers Lost

Monica Richards


I am my only thief and jailer keep   Bedeviled and priest beseech  
The pander come to me   But mad love is religion enough   For my heart  

And to those I gave life   Confessions of a gift worth end  
I am the spirit's grin kissed   With the taste of silent tears  
And the glutton for emptiness   Can feast on my heart  
Such is the reign of banishment   In my heart  

And all lovers lost   Find them in the heart of darkness  

In the minds where my dear alvina weeps   Once lifted their voice in praise  
Argus-eyed my useful ghost   Did lose its mind   Still they curse my former name  
But mad love is religion enough   For my heart