Dance In The Angel's Blood

Dance In The Angel's Blood

Walking along in the garden called Eden
Humming a melancholy tune
Is a creature whose temper is even
And whose heart is as warm as the month of June

Falling from her post, be it punishment or no
Wings battered and scarred, but still whole
She has no where she can go
And in feeling betrayed, now has no goal

The garden begins to look as though something is wrong
Flowers wilting while the creatures die
Every place she goes dies after hearing her melancholy song
As she searches her thoughts and dreams asking why

She finds herself dying now, as a man stabs her in her heart
Finally her guilt washes over her like a flood
The man begins to walk away, but before he would part
He would celebrate, and dance in the angel's blood