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Now you earn so much less
than you spend
can you ever pay back
what you lend
Have a look at these guys
who were sent
they are friendly
but that's just pretend

They are Saints of The
Order of Night
on a quest for your
soul to do right
So you dare not stay
sober tonight
as your demons gets
boiled by the light

You refuse to go back
to her heart
rather honest,
alone and apart
You are bound to believe
in your chart
though you end at the
moment you start

So you try to slow down
what you spend
paying back every
dollar you lend
You ignore all the fools
who where sent
and you smile
but that's just pretend

There is still
many Roses to bend
many moments of
love to offend
You will know that it's
over my friend
when you come to
the weariest end....

Peter~

At first this seemed like a typical 'cry in your beer' sort of poem.

But then a sort of word play came to mind...Knight/Night. Maybe i am reading too much into it and am all wrong?!? (Wouldn't be the first, nor the last!)

It especially seems fitting when you mention a "quest" in the 2nd stanza. After hitting on the 'knight' thing it no longer seemed another sad tale, but more of an act of bravery...till the bitter end, whenever/however that may be.

thanks for sharing,
Laurie

Saints of The Order of night, are in fact knights, or angels if you will. They can be the Word becoming flesh to convey a new kind of righteousness to the soul and heart. They come with a message of love and are as such friendly, however Love from G.O.D involves your demons getting into the light which at first can be terrifying and humiliating. But real commitment - to the other person and to G.O.D - also involves letting go of your feeling of control, letting go of your understanding of righteousness.
I believe the subject of this text is not able to commit himself, because he really do not want to let go of his selfcontrol, and his self-righteousness. Therefore he will not go back to the woman, he will stick to his chart. He will bend and offend the rose of love, and always carry the rose of darkness in. And this rose, THE ROSE OF NIGHT, is the rose of nonbeing, the evil rose of destruction, always radiating sorrow, keeping the heart in slush forever, the soul of springtime tossed.

We can only hope that the Saints of The Order of Night will prevail. Or else this man - like all men and women who ignore the message - is doomed to the weariest end.

Thanks for the explanation.

When i read the stanza regarding a "chart"

You refuse to go back
to her heart
rather honest,
alone and apart
You are bound to believe
in your chart
though you end at the
moment you start

I took it as a "to thine own self be true..." sort of statement. It really changes the tone after reading your intention of negativity.
My initial conclusion of "bravery" no longer applies.

Thanks again for spelling this out for me,
Laurie