Mahogany,
dark haze of despair
an imprisonment inescapable

the wings of eternal twilight folded
a consulating protection
of a darker fall

dancing with the devil
a song of pity and desperation
of which eyes are darker is unsure

the maker of this lock
of damnation is known
a salvational key
the same person holds

amnesty of mind
to let burdens go
and for wings to unfold

music to cease
so the dance can halt
to get out of the prison within

a breeze to cut through the haze
and lighten the pillars of our world

place the key of salvation upon
our own palm
and walk through the door of reverie