A little preview of a story idea I have. I really do like this poem.
Walking through a cathedral
I saw her face upon the glass window
A long sobbing angel whom I adore
Shattered dreams flowing along the shore
And yet I alone can see her
And I alone can hear her
That angel crying tears of sheltered blood
With all her shattered dreams sailing to the shore
So does she exist?
The crying siren upon the glass window
Or am I insane?
I may never know
Are her sighs lost upon the cold eternal winds
Across my ears, her many sins caress me in forgotten lore
Which I fear I will hear once and forevermore
Face down tears of blood stain the floor
And so I leave you with this
This angel of light needs a dark winters knight
Cascading on the whims of fighting her torments
And do I see her there?
The angel of light once knowing she’s divine
Cannot resist the one who hears her wicked sighs
We embrace the life we wish we lived
But hate the life we have
Cannot the veil of secrets reveal to you this?
Controlling dreams is impossible for they are controlled by someone else
The key to your locked heart is held by another
And once met, you and he will never sever.