Between Heaven and Hell
Come my crimson angel
Your touch is fire; it burns, it hurts
But it's bright and it's warm
It lures and it chaines
Place your burning lips on my eyelids
Feel the cold around me melt
Let me be your soaring wings
Come my crimson angel
Fly with me
To meet the setting sun
Dance with me
Above the springing flames
Purifying, seizing
Beyond the world
Beyond the skies
Where fire is born
Between agony and pleasure
Between Heaven and Hell
Something I almost forgot to mention:
I wrote Between Heaven and Hell shortly after reading Crimson is all - a (beautiful) poem written by O4o86.
So, Lucia, I guess you were my Muse:) And the the poem's for you.