I know the taste of an angel
I know the weeping of the rain
I know the intimate axis of you
I know the dreams of night

and night, the black-cloaked hydra
turns its many starred eyes
as the moon like a sombre entity
arise

I have felt the wings of an angel
I have felt her tears on my skin
I have intimately kissed her core
She wanders in my dreams

as night, the black-cloaked hydra
turns its many starred eyes
as the moon like a sombre entity
arise

in that moment I sleep
but in that moment she always appears
like a vision of a mary in twilight
she flies into my dreams
like a seraphim of night.

as night, the black-cloaked hydra
turns its many starred eyes
as the moon like a sombre entity
arise

Her wings covers me as I grow mine
Her tears heals me everytime
Her intimate kiss makes me soar
She is my path evermore

every moment she brings me to life
resurrects me from my pain
she is my venus star in twilight
she is my wings
my seraphim of night.

and when morning breaks its black
as the sun kisses the night back
and the moon falls asleep
sadly, I must rise.

(c) 2019 Allen Wolfie Simpson

Digital Art by Allen Wolfie Simpson