Fears Angels Won't Overcome

Run and hide my dear, 

they'll find you in the

farthest hollows 

you fear.

Shrieking angels cry there

nightmare.

Forth-righting promises,

making it unable to bear.

Tongues of swords and guns.

The world is lowly;

the day is fading, restless still,

and dream.

Morning light,

silken flow'r of the hill.

Gentle breaths,

the airs attempting still.

Dusk seems unfair.

Night being frail

leaving light dismembered.

Lonely forests left to rot,

rid of secrets Angels

long forgot.

Swords of the tongue

anchor at fires will.

Still beasts conquer the misfortune,

a frown evolves into the smile that chills.