ODE
SUNG TO THE WRETCHED UNDER THE BLOOD RED MOON OF THE WITCHING HOUR, SKY FULL OF BONES, HEARTS MADE OF STONE.
i.
sweet-teardrop angel,
broken beyond repair,
sing your hymns of nightshade dangers
and tell me what you crave.
ii.
wine-scarred demon,
falling apart and drained of life,
keep humming your repertoires of
how this war is not yours to fight.
iii.
rose-drunk monster,
wicked and alone,
your saints know you're a sinner
right down to the bone.
iv.
godforsaken city,
abandoned by your tune,
take my hand and my soul
and send me to the moon.
