As the evening falls
The angel strides,
Searching for the paths
Of silent mournful cries.

To her bosom she gathers,
Neath her wings she embraces,
All suffering little sinners
Who sigh neath darkened faces.

Her song is sweet
And the melody enchanting
And the wealth of her promise
Angelically enticing.

‘Do come to me,
Your angel of night,
Sweet loves lost children
Who from day have taken flight.

Arise from your shadows
And cast off your mask,
Deceive me with no lies
For it’s your sins that I ask.

Bequeath me with your faults
And I’ll bestow you with innocence,
For I am your saviour
And sweet redemptions are my promises.’


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