In hot preparation black figures rush
Being called by the bell
Through the doors crowds push.
With a tone bright and happy the server hides
This is the place
Where his estranged angel resides
A nameless patron calls out and she moves with grace
To their side she does go
Dressed in her collar of lace
Once done with her chores in a flash she is gone
With him in the dust
Her heart carries on
She hides in the shadows with her raven and crow
Their company she does keep
But the fonder she grows
When he calls out her name she does not reply
He is clueless to know
That he is the reason why his angel must cry.
-Noa
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songs from the dark
कविताpoems or songs that we write in the cover of dark, or the covers of our bed. © 2015 - 2016 uta-kaneki
