Faded Violins Play
A Sweet Mournful Melody
The Fallen Angel Prays
For Someone to Set Him Free.
The Sweet Scent of Lilacs
Tumbling through The Room
A Cold Draft of Air
Bringing Sorrow in its Wake.
Glittering Cold covers the Skin
No break from the Sound of the Sin
Then with a Simple Thought
The Angel realized it was All for naught.
And left to save his own soul.















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