The dark angel came
From the shadows of the night
eclipsing my dreams with her cries,
while her wings beat
cold breezes all over my sheets
With a fiery blaze in her eyes
cause she was wise to
my long life of lies.
she was wise to
my long life of lies.
She swept my
black soul upward,
in a dark, shriveled mass
my flesh fighting
useless battles against
the strength of her grasp
But quick like lightning
beneath her wings
I was clasped
and I was sure then
that my life was over at last.
Then into the vast void
of time we both flew,
To my future that waited
to show me what was due
My soul waited with dread,
at all my eyes had reviewed
that she'd chosen to reveal
before my past was through
showing me some horrors
in my brain were tattooed
Chorus-
I was a wizened old man
sitting lonely and sad,
In a hovel that matched
no home that I’d ever had
Abandoned by all those
who once claimed to know me
Just a shell of myself
in that vision below me.....
Like a long vanquished
Trump, lost in his solitude,
His riches all gone,
anguish painting his moods,
With a handful of pills
and the dregs of some coffee
Quite determined to let
oblivion claim him softly.....
Then she transported me
back to days I had lived,
And allowed me to see
what she "could not forgive"
so many good folks in my
climb to success,
that I’d left trampled and broke,
many chose early death.
What goes around
comes around
it's easy to see
That the suffering they bore
ended up back with me,
then she showed me
what I would face eternally
and all the agonies waiting
urged my trapped soul to flee.
until she let me go
tumbling endlessly
in a long silent scream
at what was yet to be…..
Then my dark
mourning vanished
as bright fingers of light,
crept through slats in my blinds
as I woke up in fright,
To find a ebony feather
lying next to my head,
Warning me to seek pathways
to goodness instead……
of just winding up damned
long before I was dead
Long before I was dead....
Then my life took a good turn
from what I’d once embodied
I grew charitable to those
whose lives I’d left shoddy
reclaiming old friends who had
long since forgot me
determined to live out
my days less ungodly
Changing my ways from what
my worst nightmare had taught me
to keep demons from hell and
all dark angels off me.
demons from hell and
all dark angels off me.
Stellar Music Composed & Played by-
Strange Weatger Forecast-©-2022
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung by-
Matthew F. Blowers III--©-2022 at:
Art~whimsically Yours Studio
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