Greg Is Asleep

an angel has fallen
upon his doorstep
her wings lie in tatters
though divinity kept

through the cold night
she waits and she sings
no peace lies near
but that which she brings
    through the fragile air
    her harmonies ring

not a melody heard
from out her sweet lips
her tears stain the ground
as her soul slips
    through horrific silence
    her harmonies rip

upon this doorstep
shines the last ray
screams eternal
her soul slips away
    forever in silence
    her harmonies stay

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