Tonight a whisper wisps a song
A song of cold and somber nights
Nights of grim, gray moonlight
Moonlight which casts the darkened shape
Tonight a fallen angel weeps
Weeps of demon's cries from hell
Hell filled fire spins a web
A web of darkened ebony
Tonight a star's light fades to black
Black in which the demons sleep
Sleep the angel's tears to cease
For finally the pain has gone
A dear friend of mine killed himself right before Thanksgiving, in my moment of deepest grief I wrote this.