she lies, the angel of heaven's
emptiness come home to earth below.
She walks as faith, as he, she weeps;
my angel heavensent cries to eternity,
the ghost of neverwhere omnipresent.
Wings of gold, on black, on snow, she's
the winter queen, the muse, the fey,
pirouette, bow, swing, the strings they
tremble under her step, a melody haunting.
My eyes closed, I see you, my angel;
a moment ago you were but a memory,
now the dream, evermore evermore you
lay with me, nevermore, only but a memory,
never more to lay with me, never more
to come home to me.
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