• Angel of flesh and bone
    Is it true my angel of flesh and bone,
    That we may never be.
    Forever torn apart
    By the one that bears the scythe.
    Never again to touch
    The beauty of your face.
    Your words forever gone,
    In a void I shall never walk.
    Now you are only a visage
    In the fog bank of my mind.
    For ever you shall be,
    My angel, of cold hard stone.