When Poets Dreamed of Angels

She rises early from bed, runs to the mirror

The bruises inflicted in moments of fury

He kneels beside her once more

Whispers a promise

"Next time, I'll break every bone in your body"

And the well-wishers let the devil in

And if the river ran dry, they'd deny it happening

As the card players deal their hands

From the bottom of the deck

Row upon row of feudal houses blown away

Medicine for the popular complaint

When the poets dreamed of angels

What did they see?

History lined up in a flash at their backs

When the poets dreamed of angels

What did they see?

The bishops and knights well placed to attack