Kisses so sweet and fallowed by hands so soft to the touch,
Angel grace me with your feathered fingers under the moon,
Like this demon’s claws dream for your soft skin tonight to clutch,
And all mortals upon the earth softly began to swoon,
Demon eyes that search soulfully into you angel ones,
Wishing all the monstrous beings to be away too,
All those cruel-minded hearts against us, the pure wicked ones,
And all the same we lay here pawning away for those few,
Tongues tied with surgeons thread bond and gagged are we on this day,
Cleaning and shining blades only to clash against the ashes,
Needles and nails bearing down for the sky or as they say,
War time songs risen from below, a battle scene flashes,
Tears fall as the angel closes his ashen gray light eyes,
Leaving the demon to mourn under tomes of battle cries.
