A Cold Dark Angel
 

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

Pretty cool...