A lonely unhinged soul
Wanders the quiet streets
Seeking a spirit kindred
Wisps of known demons waft past it
Each leaving a residue of its individual dread
The moonlight struggles and fights to find its path
The clouds seem bleak and determined
The wind dies on its last song
The nights mulls its wrath
The noises drown the silence
The quiet an unknown beast
The monsters dance to unheard songs
The angels are dead at least
And in this night of nights
Each spirit may rise and turn
Where one might seek those looming heights
Where the fated may crash and burn
Soon the song rises from each corner darkened
Luring and reaching
And the soul finds a tide
On the rivers theyve been preaching
Rise and fall
Ebb and flow
Into the everlasting night
They must all go
Goodnight dear spirit
O lost dear soul of mine
Go find your tune to dance on
Go live the truth divine
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