in the midst of my solitude

月曜日, 11月 13, 2006

The Death of Angels

Silent black roses stare at the moon
From the lost garden of heaven on Earth
Sweet Eden, where does destruction loom?
This chaos we’ve waited for since birth

Angels, sweet loves, they gather in the mist
With wings of raven black and ashen grey
Fear in their eyes, afraid of fate’s twist
And yet still silent, with nothing to say

Eerie silence prevails through the clearing
A muffled sense of foreboding and dread
Suffocating, torturous, an unbearable feeling
It is enough to feel life’s remaining thread

Suddenly the sky turns into a dark black
The moon becomes a deathly pale sphere
The Earth shakes, the ground begins to crack
And all the angels fly away in fear

But time runs out, the world turns bleak
And blood of the angels stain the moon red
Melancholic voices cry out, ‘tis heaven they seek
This paradise was last before they were dead

Tears rain down from jeweled eyes
Sweet voices cry out to merciless skies
“We too are angels, sweet and wise
Why must this be our unholy demise?”

Yet no answer comes, and a bloody silence reigns
And one by one the beautiful voices fade away
Angel’s blood darkens the ground that remains
With blood of fallen angels that have gone astray

And so it is finished, this sorrowful deed
The murder of stained angels in the garden of Eden
As the pure angels mourn the loss of their kin
And it is for the fallen that this song is written

*written this morning; i was feeling very murderous.*

Kanae wrote alone 月曜日, 11月 13, 2006

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