The Perfect Shade

The Perfect Shade

Angels fall from the skies,
And I watch with fearful eyes,
Can you hear the pain calling?
Can you feel the darkness falling?

Here this night, were
Shadows are falling,
Beware the blood of demons
Spawning. Know not the sun
Nor moon and find,
Death's gate, open yet denied.

Three are One,
And One is Three.
They will find the symmetry.
A dagger blade their path to walk,
Finer than a hair,
A crossroad,
ever darting
anywhere.

Wrapped in mist and taunting shadows,
'Ware the fall below.
Blindly they stumble on,
A black flame their only light.
They are the keepers and yet the seekers
Of all that is lost,
A white feather in a gale,
A blade that is a gate way,
The perfect shade of ----