In an angel's eyes my only comfort.
Harken to the singing sins all about me.
All above me I see heaven shine.
The sun beaming down on the insanity lost in depravity.
Halos dreaming of sensations never feeling.
Strolling under the ocean's sky.
Pearly white pales in comparison to precious blue.
The most divine in chains.
The seraphims give chorus to God's glory.
The oaphim give praise to God's voice.
The cherubs give adoration to God's beauty.
True love need not be heard.
Solace in illusion
Serenity in appeasement
Joy in eidolons
Sin is wrong, virtue is right, content is human.
Silent Silver Isolation
Part 1:
In agony with no company
In misery with too much serenity
Woe is me
Suffering in silence
As the rain glistens in the boughs of ever green trees
The reflection of which is all I see in my silver sanctuary
Gossamer winged fairies
Lightly stepping nymphs
All strode to heavens I can't know
Pretty picturesall in rows
Visages i've known and known
All along the walls of my silver home
There are no holes in my pretty home
No portals or outs of which I know
All alone since god has deemed it so
Part 2:
I sing songs and walk along
I write my rhyme and prose
Tarrying here and there to do things not yet done
When I was but a lad
I knew only one other man
He taught me what such a nobelman can
He taught me my words
and rights and wrongs
all that which common denotes I shoulld know
He gave me a name
A name I cherish
the title of one Sir Leeran
Then one day as the sun shone bright
He up and vanished gone from my eyes
Might have just perished ne'er I can know
Part 3:
Sir Leeran was my name
In an abode of silver and gray
Held here forever
All I can ever see
Is what my silver mirror shows to me
In my palace made of shiny gray
On a moonlit night
with only darkness in sight
A bodiless voice said unto me
"yours Sir Leeran is a cursed sight
trapped all the while
in a wide open clearing:
The people they say
what an odd sight to see
the man who thinks he is not free"
Part 4:
Such wonder I knew
At this epiphany given unto me
Staggering about at the weight of this impossible conclusion
I felt the way about my opaque walls
Thinking and praying for the voice not to be wrong
Still impassabe as ever from hall to wall
Hoping aganst hope and wishing against wish
that this is not my prison forever
As I had always known it to be
Pushing and pushing beating my fists
Feeling on the silver I suffered always since
As my hope slips and slips
Slipping and falling into a great abyss
laying down on the shiny ground
Ebbing and crying, crying and ebbing, away