How do I shine to you my love?
Through eyes that have rarely seen
such happiness and joy to soar
upon Nephilims shimmering wing.
Or does your cloaked and hooded sight
bind tight your tortured soul.
The chains that once felt safe and right
have turned your heart to coal.
It is not to late for you my love.
The embers glow even still.
To temper chains below and above,
to shape them as you will.
And in the darkness I shall wait,
a beacon glowing bright.
Forever ready to lead my love
through this eternal night.