My dark bitter soul may command my tongue
To speak of the things that be not true.
But bitter souls and bitter hearts be young,
And lie of the torment that they go through.

As skies go black and life comes to an end
I realize the glow of stars in her eyes.
And, ye, tho' I shall have to alone fend,
I will miss the ways her eyes ne'er cried.

She protected me when monsters clawed deep,
And took every bullet that shot at me.
And painful secrets in the darkness creep,
And now they've come to have her cease to be.

I'll ne'er have this love for any other
Than she, the seraphim, called my mother.