Rain falls on the floor as if it were the tears of the Angels
Crying for our condemned Souls.
The Moon tries to do not be covered by the clouds
And thunders show their anger playing their fearful drums.
The Wind is howling
As a lone wolf
Praying to it for mercy
To save its dark Soul.
The leaves on the branches
Make an effort to do not be snatched away
A girl sits on a bench
On her hand a Rose that never fades away.
Where are you, My Dark Angel?
Where are you, My Dark Lord?
Where is my Immortal Lover,
To whom I gave all my body and Love?
Please save me from myself
Take my Life, take my breath
Make me a part of yourself
Put to my suffering an End.
A Rose as a symbol of Innocence
But I am not innocent anymore
I gave it to you as a symbol of respect
It will last forever more.
It will be an Eternal Rose
As my love for you
I know I do not deserve your mercy
I do not know what you will do.
Will you kill me and give me a peaceful Death?
Will you save me from a painful End?
With your Immortal Kiss
Will you gave me your Eternal Bliss?
By Anna - 2006 c.
"Amadeo" - A poem for Armand
Every night I came to the cemetery,
By Anna - 2006 c.
My journal of life I did carry.
Twenty two years had passed,
Sorrow, deception... nothing had changed.
A dawn by the Mausoleum I was weeping,v
Praying Hell or Heavens to be saved,
A Devil, an Angel... someone heard me crying.
The silhouette of a teenager,
Dressing black and sadly smiling.
I looked up, my tears kept falling.
A pair of Black Wings I saw by his back,
His cold hand to me he extended.
In a moment of desperation for his hand I reached,
Oblivious to the destiny that for me was awaiting.
The warmness of his embrace I felt,
And on his chest my tears were still falling.
A caress on my head, his fingers through my hair were running,
My hands slid to his back, on it they were clasping.
Quiet words from his lips coming,
Everything will be alright.
Please save me from my uncertain fate,
I am a Fallen Angel wandering in the night.
A short moment of pain,
Red Sweet Wine, liquid fire.
Immortality came to me in the shape of a beautiful teenager,
Amadeo... My Love, My Angel... My Maker.