What is the one thing of glory I seek...
Wings that turn angels to shame and bring me up into the night
Their ebony shine chills all who see
My pride to the goddess who would gift such things
Higher and higher I choose to assend
Into the freedom of air
Nothing can hold me as I climb
For my wings will change me, change the world but never stop me for once I'm off all who ground me shall see that this demon truely is an Angel Of The Night
I draw them to me one by one
Never asking just coming to my side
Life is hard enuff for them
Who am I to make amends
They choose this fate
One that will make or break
They choose to keep me company
So I choose to make it worth their while
I'll give them what they want
And they shall be content with the blood I spill
For my sacrifice becomes reward
And reward becomes my company
In my hell of abandoned
In my hell of solitude
Not long
But sharp
Easily hidden
Away from the world
In a dark place
My knife gissens
My extension of my spirit
Working
Drawing my next meal
Glorious
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