I'm the angel of death,
i come out at night...
A seraph, perched
Atop an opaline moon...
(Presence of a Qwaser)
I imagined your face would be like that...
A streak of blue
Sad but true...
Dreams, tears, screams, fears,
The sound of time should ring...
The night is made for sleeping.
But some tales are to be only told in the dead of...
Huff puff huff faster and faster i run as i think...
I see a dark alley way, and walking unsuspectingly...
Woken up by what I can not say
fingers of rain tap softly at my window pane...
Walking at midnight in a garden of red roses
Revealing dark beauty, no longer confined...
Hollow eyes stare out from inside a mirror.
They focus...recognizing this familiar stranger...
...
His time has past and he is gone
It's time to face that call...