A demon weeps
out in the street...
Something my mom wrote
One time there were three angels...
She sits aside her cauldron, conjuring up new...
Bits and bobs of evil things are poured,mixing...
It was a sunny day.
I was among my friends...
I walk alone to a place of unknowns,
darkness over shadows all the ones known...
The path of separation
Echoes of grandeur sound upon my throne...
Steps of condemnation
Pushing open the rusted Iron Gate...
Darkness sinks into the waters,
Its taken all my sons and daughters...
I watch the moon again
The moon gazes at me...
Broken and bruised
yet loved to death...
She lifts up her black parasol,
to block the suns bright rays...
When you drawn
to a light...