I light a candle at your vigil
and cling to midnight fantasies.
Can my wings carry me in the dark?
The road to you is long and agonizing
'cause moonchild, you're so far away tonight.
But desperation drives me mad
and I'll cross the river
just to get closer
and tear all your temples down.
In euphoria you give me dreams
and I wake up reaching out;
I need to feel your hand.
Something tells me
you're trying to read me,
so here's what you need to understand.
I'm not a stranger to your garden of temptation;
the door is falling open
and I wish you were contemplating
another night's blessing;
douse me in your holy water
to save me from burning.
Now the candle's flame dies.
Exit the would-be prophet.

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