The Angel of Night

The Revised Lost and Damned, with a completely rewritten style akin to my earlier works. I'm much happier with this one.

Come with me and see the writing on the wall

Do you want to see awakening?

Prophet of the Odd among the barely seen

Like pictures behind the Silver Screen

The truth is lost to those who are too tightly bound

Voices echo in my mind

Is this a nightmare of a sign of growing

When all the world is ending

Will you come reveal yourself to me

I’ll be here for you ma Cherie, don’t you fear

 

Sing for me Angel of Night with the voice of the life

Calming me as I spin around this nebula of pain

Chaos destroying the bounds tonight

And the world seems alight with your voice reaching its high

For you, my nightingale, adore me  

 

Open your mind and see

Your greater than anyone believes

And to her hater

You could never believe

You could never believe

 

I cannot see the way you sit there, staring at me through rose tinted shades

The darkness your supposed light pervades

Nightingale, what do you see

Why can’t they believe that the muse writes for all you believe

Touch my heart with your black wing and

 

 Sing for me Angel of Night with the voice of the life

Calming me as I spin around this nebula of pain

Chaos destroying the bounds tonight

And the world seems alight with your voice reaching its high

For you, my nightingale, adore me 

 

I wish I could fly with you wherever you shall go

Would you stay to perch on my arm?

I’d rather die than proclaim my own pain, to gain your sympathies

 

“It all rains downhill, the truth will appear, flooding the gates of dreamland fears”

 

Sing for me Angel of Night with the voice of the life

Calming me as I spin around this nebula of pain

Chaos destroying the bounds tonight

And the world seems alight with your voice reaching its high

For you, my nightingale, adore me.

 

I don’t want to be the one that touches the ground

When I hear your winds so loudly resound, my heart pulls the strings and I forget the day

Your heart in lace, my eyes will surely trace

I love thee in thy beauty

Hate thee who hates thy poetic loving heart

Lastly the part of your innocence addressed

 

To you, reader who has seemed lost for words

I adore you, prophet of the Odd that I be

 

Join me, in requiem

For in ideologies we shall die

But in faith, passion love

We, like the Angel of Night, shall fly.

The End

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