Mistral Chimes at Nightfall - The Autumns

Whispers of angels

They waltz again within my head

Vespers of promise

To call then bleakly fade as bled

In her fragile fingers

My limp body lingers

I close my eyes

Whispers of angels

Remain athirst for her romance

Thus nears the noontide

A web of breathless demon dance

Moistened to the marrow

Numbness into sorrow

Pallid skin to crystalline