glimmers in the night
give away their call
the deer scurry home -
waves rise and fall

out near the lake is new
a king and queen, a perfect two,
yet with each other had
they no truth - no glimmer
no glimmer to bind
to call the deer home
a home shot, dying down
but no complaint had she
and he was too often in town

the angels in waiting were true
they listened and watched
and listened and watched
they repeated the words
listened and watched
and after a while
pearled fingers tapped
padded moss mats
asking for more
by betting on doom

and the glimmer,
the lights of day!
without hesitation
they withered away
with those angel wings
as greed, and hate,
came into play

the lights of the night
no longer in this forest reside
they moved away quick
in here no room exists
for tarnished angel wings