It was a love laced upon the sufferings of Midnight and her embrace
That the Angel cried so tragically bleeding her misery
A crimson rivulet that would make a sea
The heavy blankets of the eleventh hour hung
A purple of the richest dyes
Staining the night skies so heavily
A time in which they shared a hope
Tomorrow a wish never to come
If for one moment they could have the night
Within her cold touch
They would forever be separated
A darkness in paradise
Treetop canopies heavy in her rule of night
No light no hope
