In portraits of shadowed life

For those who’ve heard the bells ringing
For those who’ve felt my gazing eyes
I am what you call a dream
To whom I draw the line of sanity

To furthest hill I long my tears (to fall)
Til my soul leaves this poignant world
To be what is one with the night
“I am what is your inmost might”
For who has seen those windswept flowers
For who has held the rarest rose

I shall crown him as the king to be
While his servants laments shall be my wine
“I am what will forever be”
In blood that is written
From the wounds of your pale skin
To join those who have risen
“I am eternally lost in the winds of oblivion”

In portraits of shadowed life
I saw her embraced by the light
A light which you shall never see
For you are what is forlorned
Forlorned shall never be
Just a pale mourning of those forgotten

Filled with sorrow drowned in my endless tears
Under the stars of the nightly sky
I have wept a thousand times

In my bitter sadness
I can now see the beauty in death
As I vanished to forever sleep
I saw the angels that wept
…I saw the angels of death…