World Vision

In winter and death
Silver drops of moonlight
On her breath
Broken winged angels
Dressed in rags
And bags
And sacks with ash
They come from the past
They are the song
That haunts the night
But when they take flight
Into the sky
It's their eyes that shine
Like stars
Music in bars
My minor melody
Natural harmony
And the expected
Unrestricted and complicated
Snake skin traitor
Violet rage
They drop a page
From the symphony of death
But I can still smell the moonlight
On her breath
As she dances on the grave
Of her mother