• Reverend Dimmesdale

    Tainted saint whose heart will not embrace
    Those loving eyes that trust your face
    Father, will you walk, hand in hand,
    With thy iniquity?
    With thy Child ?

    The darkness closing in upon you
    Quenches the light you hold so dear.
    So many faces, so many hearts
    Strain to hear of the god you once held near

    Who can you trust with your dying heart?
    What evils lurk within your domain?
    Father, don’t abandon your children
    Father, your hopes are in vain.

    Slowly dying with a self inflicted curse
    No one believes your self-accusing words
    Behind your curtain lies a darker world
    With your dying heart and black secrets

    Good reverend, father will you pray
    That the love you feel is indeed pure?
    When you sleep you toss and turn
    Purest sin, darkest faith

    “One cannot show one’s face to the public
    And another to himself
    Without eventually wondering
    Which one is real .”

    Father, are you real?
    Father, can you hear?
    The bells are tolling for you.
    The gates of heaven and hell
    Both call out for you.