The embers of my soul burn quiet,
The silence rings in my ears,
A chill tickles the back of my neck.
Darkness fills my room,
Shadows dance on my walls,
I sit alone on my bed.
In the night my window opens,
A soft cry is carried by the warm breeze,
My dark angel comes in crying.
My soul dies when I see her,
The blood running down her dark face,
From the tears she's cried.
She tells me to leave her,
She tell me to turn and go,
For she doesn't want me to witness this devil show.
She falls to her knees,
Her crystal eyes close,
A scream echoes through the room.
Tears travel down my once dry cheeks,
as I watch my Dark Angel,
The angel I love go back to her tomb to hide.
~Rinoa~