The Lonely White Elephant in Rome

the gambling priest stands in the morning fog

red moon hangs in the sky

the army of seven houses marches over the hill

problem queen in her many shades of black

and nurse wearing the rose with the broken neck

walk towards the man

expecting conquest

“girl, you have no faith

as ugly as I seem

this protector will save me”

“you're so far from your weapon

it's two against one

the consoler of the lonely is just rag & bone”

Mary cuts like buffalo

and white rain pours

the matador has fallen

and the little ghost escapes the bones