Darker State of Grace -

I am your dying sickle moon

I am your circle dance

Halloween in the midnight blue

Has left for you a sliver of a chance

To love a wet-lipped, well-lit spectacle

In silk and tattered lace

Hold me in your arms;

Transcend a darker state of grace

Let me under your wing, smoker angel;

I’ll be good

Let me hear your heartbeat, smoker angel

If you would that I would

Fly with you

Let me die with you

If this isn’t to be pursued

What in heaven’s name will i do?

Won’t I die from lack of you?

I am your fading afternoon

Your raven on the wing

Leave behind your twisted halo, boy

Just to come and hear me sing

Stop that flying 'round and come to me

Have done with this merry chase!

What high time 'twould be to kiss

The shadows from your face

Let me under your wing, Smoker Angel;

I am cold

I’m not flying off now, Smoker Angel

If my heart’s too bold

Then you’ll forgive me here

I’ll keep you warm and near

If your destiny’s unclear, go find it

I can wait here

Without fear for you