Patti Smith Changing of the Guards

Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings neath falling leaves. Fortune calls I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down She s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born On midsummer s eve near the tower. The coldblooded moon The captain waits above the celebration Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid Whose ebony face i