Even now an azure wind
Knocks on the door to mind,
Fixing upon me its gaze
Just smiling is your face.
Absorbed in seeking things too much
Affectionately to touch,
Unable yet the Fates to sense
Her eye of innocence.
All the same in time this fact
You learn that on its back
There are wings on which to head
For future far ahead.
Cruel Angels Thesis, will
Take wing from window sill,
By hot gushing Pathos may
You memories betray.
Shining, in your arms this void,
Become a Mythos, boy!
Always unaware thereof
My swinging cot of love,
Morning dawns when you of all
Dream Messengers will call.
On your slender nape of neck
The moonlight does reflect,
Wish by stopping Cosmos time
That I could you confine.
Should encounter of us two
Have certain reason to,
I must be your Biblion
To read of freedom on.
Cruel Angels Thesis, then
Her Lachrymae commence,
You did Bios forms enfold
And to that Morpheus woke.
All outshining with bright Ray
Become a Mythos, boy!
Historia shape we Anthropoi
While weaving Eros, I
Who never can a goddess be
In my way live on by.
Cruel Angels Thesis, will
Take wing from window sill,
By hot gushing Pathos may
You memories betray.
Shining, in your arms this void,
Become a Mythos, boy!
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