The bitter wind lightens in the candlelit presence of the dark angel Her silk black hair brushes against her soft white skin The candlelight violently flickers, troubled by its soon demise It goes unnoticed to the angel, falling in love with the moon But the bitter wind feels it’s pain He lightens to a soft… Continue reading Death comes to those who wait
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Moonhore (1977-2001)
Before the stone angel guarded this place Before I wore black, but robes of white lace I knew a soul, a man of the dark race I knew one humble with Lucifer’s face
tears for the sloth
look to me to save you, your eyes caked with wasted time your cries heard as anger to ears, you want the world but will not lift a finger