Shadows stalk as grain spires,
shrouding my steps among Gothic gallows
tiring of its coming close swallowing glow,
that split fervid glory into lamentful wails,
cursing the obstinate Angel's beating heart

Chained in full by a lull of envy,
looking upon those errant Angels,
If only I was just as them
then I would fear naught
so from my castle's coffin be redeemed.

Sonnets of streaming tinged torchlights,
cutting close through the soft dark Stygian starlight,
close my castles square rocks round,
my rabid heart's deepened morbid drown.

Ensnarled between the breathless Void,
Each shadow stalks my waking sleep as I wander,
wondering in muddled dark between molded dreary bones.
This castle is my home, the home that my dear Angel has flown