A cursed gift

When owles sing enchanted songs, showing children their bed
And pages make old letters glow, so stories may be read,
So many treasures devils steal locking them behind doors,
But we'll just take a little peak and see how this tale goes...
Everything was lost in fog, so mortal eyes won't see
What gifts can bring into this world, Night's children when they're free.
The moon was being eaten now by gargoyles in disquise
And from his crypt a dark soul watched the drama in the skies.
It seemed as if ages had passed since life spoiled his lips
And his heart hadn't been kissed yet, by Death's blood dripping wings.
For in a time so long ago, he lived and loved the light,
But now, only the moon above could bring him that delight.
In every of his restless nights, a silver wave she'd sell
To demons that poison his soul.. And save him from his hell.
But for some sins he never had, an endless curse he faced
He'd see, for every loving wave, his moon by pain embraced.
And so, tonight again he watched, crying with diamond tears,
What sacrifice is made for him when his love disappears.
Consumed by torment she would fade, searching his magic eyes
But almost nothing could be seen beyond that mist of lies.
They both died in their morbid fate, always asking in vane
What power in this twisted world would brake Damnation's game..
Only their hearts, so dark and cold, could find a little peace
In a sweet, sacred bond of love that they would dare to miss.
That so blessed bond gave him the strength to fight for his Dark Queen,
He rose from his sinister tomb, becoming what he'd been,
An angel fallen from his world, a star near to its moon
With powers all Dark Princes have, to give or to take doom.
A thousand ravens came to him, ravens born from his pain,
They took him up towards the skies, back to his moon again.
And all the demons seeing now their Lord coming for them,
Began to cry and curse and swear, running back to their realm.
He found his Queen weakened by hell, with all her forces burned
But when a kiss sealed back their soul her beauty was reborn.
He gave her back her throne and might over the magic night
And to her right he'd always stay, being dark in her light..
She lost her fears because of him together with her sins,
Giving him love in every way, and he'd fulfill her dreams.
Never again would she let go to her beloved Prince
For who else has the gift to show who is she with a kiss?...
It's strange how time looses his sense when stories are revealed
It may have been a dream that's real, or just a tale that's dreamed.
It's getting late and we should leave and better lock the door,
We wouldn't like to see our souls made by devils their own...

© Seraphiel