You stand there

as I swing from chandelier

to chandelier.

Your night-eyes float away

uncovering truths of the past

where everything was a manifestation of a dream.

In this requiem we dream,

we dream,

we dream.

Hallowed eyes,

let me hold your halo as you

howl at the night.

Moonlit souls,

we were never meant to be tamed,

yet we tried.

I always admired a man,

as brave as you were

one that could slay the beasts.

A hold around my neck

and you pull me down

while phantoms weep.

We were and are infinite

it was never a lie,

never ever a lie.

You were. You are.

A pilgrimage

towards the me that once was.

Lost souls were meant to dine 

within halls metamorphosed

as a Heaven or Valhalla.

We could have been beasts

but we chose to become angels

with brilliant yet broken wings.