As you walk the path darkness creeps,
Into your soul despair slowly seeps.
Searching for light…so long,
Where is she who makes your words belong.
The glow of love speaks to souls,
Illuminating passion, the thunder roles.
Across skies of doubt and fear,
Listen for her…your heart will hear.
A guide you seek, a beacon afar,
She knows what will be and who you are.
Inspiration cannot a trophy be,
A tool for the adoration of she.
A cast of shadows you must traverse,
An act of obsession you cannot rehearse.
Gone is the song that soothed the rage.
The time has come to turn the page.
Seek no longer Joy’s sweet kiss.
Wish not to magi for eternal bliss.
No more Angels for whom to pray.
The path you walk is forever gray.
Even light sometimes lies,
When it does turn away your eyes.
To block it let her shut the door.
For she does not love you anymore.