To the midlife crisis,
Ode to the dark side.
Sometimes it's tough to understand
Where it is leading,
There is a tunnel I see,
Pitch black is that underway.
Ashes of death are below my feat.
Burning human pride and greed
I see angel's real faces.
Horrified indeed
The earth was the only hell
Heaven is now unachievable
You can try any human creed
Furnaces of sins burns the soul.
Solace is a myth,
captivated goodness now find themselves astray and not whole.

I became a believer in stars,
The moon, and all that lights the sky,
Since the moment you said "Hi."
Scented flowers realized their duty—
They bloom for a goddess who graces them with beauty.
My thoughts know no leaps or bounds,
They pulse my heart, profound.
A walk beneath the night is my dream—
If you may, hand in hand, it would be a delight.
The magical words, I'd say like a knight.
I wish you’d approve, my highness,
What sweet slumber I'd find, thinking of all this night