i.
An angel guided me into the night
And I rested for a while
In her alabaster arms,
Her feathered wings keeping out the cold
—I didn't know I was so wild—
The moon whispered sweet things
But she lied, lied, lied—
ii.
This angel kissed my shoulder blades
And I was so empty and hollow
That I thought I would fly away—
But the moon still watched me sleep there
As I became the cold, consumed by my wild
And my breath tore through my veins,
And she cried, cried, cried—
iii.
My angel saw me shiver, gasp, and fight,
Finally a ghost, a corpse without wings
And so she turned away from me—
The cold, the night, the winds, the wild
Beckoning me with dreadful whispers
Enchanting dreams of ignorant slumber—
And the moon—she sighs, sighs, sighs—
