The Angel's Call
I
am brushing my hair
In my dressing room
When the candles
flicker and die
In the semi-darkness
I hear his voice
The
Angel of music
His voice, so melodic
Enraptures me
Takes
hold of my mind
I want to know where he is
I glance at
the mirror
I see a masked man
I want to run away
Yet I am
drawn to him
As I walk trancelike toward the mirror
I
hear a faint voice outside my door
I disregard it
As the
mirror opens
And the Angel takes my hand
And I enter his
world of darkness