Under the night’s glare, sparkle beam sun,
does the air of freedom float in the breeze.
As I gaze to the pinprick heavn’s above,
for a setting of such that I please.
Forever in time, my soul has been ravaged,
with a gap in my heart ever so wide.
Missing something so deep, yet have I to feel,
replaced by a time with my pride.
Something to believe in, something to hold,
neither richness be nor success.
All I pray is for, the one I’ve to meet,
the one to pull me, from all this mess.
An angel of beuaty, with eyes that glint fire,
and wings that fold o’er my pain.
Hands that cure, a touch from the heavens,
any evil with sight can drain.
With a down soft touch hair,
and a dark corset pulled tight,
pale skin that’s so fair,
and a gaze of erethreal light.
A voice of the cherubs, that heals upon speech,
a tone that would save the ill fated,
an essence of calm from deep within her,
eminates from a soul well dated.
Please find me my blacken winged angel,
come hither to lessen my harms,
so that your voice may calm, and touch my soul,
peacefully that I may die in yoru arms.
My blood upon your white silk robes,
my grief is in your heart.
Though our time was strong together,
I’ve found it’s time to part.
Your salty tears now numb my face,
into darkness I slowly slip.
You hold me close and shudder now,
as my eyelids start to dip.
Held by the gothic seraphim’s arms,
as I begin to chill to the bone,
she stayed with me until the end,
and I did not die alone.
The harkin call of darkness deep,
I succumb to final light.
Within her arms I fall from grace,
and joined her kingdom night.
Mascara tears upon my face,
rolled from cheeks lined with grief.
From her grasp I’ve fallen through,
and found my sweet relief.