I loved her
Praised her
Danced at her feet
Layed petals to signify her grace
But now in death so young
My heart rest with
no beat
no rhythm
Like Note less soundless music
But I guess with my love comes punishment
Transformed by Satan to an incubus
Forever my own slave to my lust
Wings made by the tears of the fallen
I loved him
Cherished him
Layed with him in intimacy
Graced him with my presence
But now in death so young
Our hands forever intwine
My heart sings like a harp
Godlike
Glimmering with shear beauty
With my love there is reward
Transformed by God to an angle
Not saved by grace
Wings not so holy black like the night sky