Angel from on high
come on down
feet touch the ground

wings are torn and bloodied
hands and lips smeared
with the souls
of the innocent

Beautiful
Terrible
Creature of the darklight
Dancing ever
in the absence of light

She whispers soft
whispers sweet
And shows you
the truth of fear
For you cannot forget
the sights that you hear

And when she is gone
her echoes live on

And you wait,
wait again
for her voice to descend,
her self
to fall
And join us in watching, her
Darkling Dreamers, all.