There was before and after me

There he is, pacing to and from fortress whispers as he draws nigh The frame is cast, the door squeaks he's fought before; she's hurt before it's a constant battle; life is for the living. she'll be home at dawn, unhurt to the bone when the dark bushes illumine the path straight There was a before me and after me. In the benevolence of solitude the soliloquy of Nollywood where the dance sticks, even as curtains fall Beauty is bore; as nerves get ill it's unending grace, it's home to love be still thy soul; let the barricades crumble the before was the core; the foundation was laid.