Beneath the glow of Heaven’s softest light
A Seraph dreams within the quiet night
Far from the court where ancient laws are spun
She seeks the warmth of Hell’s own golden sun
She sees the princess, dressed in crimson pride
With weary hopes she no longer has to hide
In this brief realm where status falls away
The silver moon meets dawn’s first blushing ray
A gentle hand finds Charlie’s velvet cheek
A silent bond that words could never speak
Two worlds collide in one soft, phantom grace
A dream-spun touch in this celestial space
For Emily, the halo starts to blur
She wakes with feelings only meant for her
A lingering sense of magic, wild and true
Wishing the morning’s light was not so new
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
Beneath the glow of Heaven’s softest light
A Seraph dreams within the quiet night
Far from the court where ancient laws are spun
She seeks the warmth of Hell’s own golden sun
She sees the princess, dressed in crimson pride
With weary hopes she no longer has to hide
In this brief realm where status falls away
The silver moon meets dawn’s first blushing ray
A gentle hand finds Charlie’s velvet cheek
A silent bond that words could never speak
Two worlds collide in one soft, phantom grace
A dream-spun touch in this celestial space
For Emily, the halo starts to blur
She wakes with feelings only meant for her
A lingering sense of magic, wild and true
Wishing the morning’s light was not so new
This is where Emily is dreaming of Charlie kissing her
