VLVL Sketchy in spots?

[Terrance]

Thanks, P. 

Well, as Bobby Dylan always sez, 

Beauty walked a razor's edge 
When blackness was a virtue. 

It was a  world of steel-eyed death, 
men  fighting to be warm. 
The deputy walked on hard nails
and the Preacher left his Mount, 
and nothing really mattered much, 
it was doom alone that counts
and the one-eyed prophet-auctioneer
blue his muted horn.

But even freedom, now and then, seeks shelter from the storm.