FangoFan
12-12-2003, 01:30 PM
A Cold Dark Angel
As cold as this midnight,
Disguised as the voice of night
Winter wind pursues it's eerie bloom,
She rests upon a granite tomb
A cold dark angel set in stone,
Sight, opened, endless, and alone
Does a soul, I wonder, hide inside,
Has she been alive, Has she died
Cursed to perch upon the dead,
Or perhaps, just to grace them instead
Watching them with steady rhyme,
Trascending shadows that fall for all of time
As cold as this midnight,
Disguised as the voice of night
Winter wind pursues it's eerie bloom,
She rests upon a granite tomb
A cold dark angel set in stone,
Sight, opened, endless, and alone
Does a soul, I wonder, hide inside,
Has she been alive, Has she died
Cursed to perch upon the dead,
Or perhaps, just to grace them instead
Watching them with steady rhyme,
Trascending shadows that fall for all of time