For there are times The brain falters Wisdom is lost Even when working. In Satan's massacre Or muted cells ... Angels missing Hallows lurking Oh the truth will out I suppose - Even in the haunting where it dwells.



Soft scratches alert  To hear you  That you are there  Until you aren't  And I wait  As any caged prey would do For a return Or consequence  Of proportions beyond me Or anything  Even the moth runs from the flame While perched on the door  Waiting for eternity  Or just the day.