"Dark Angel"
As I watch the moon rise
And lavender clouds go by
I think of someone with deep violet eyes
And suddenly I wonder why
I close my eyes and I can smell
The scent of lilac on her skin
That can always let me tell
When she is coming in
I turn my head and there she stands
I notice her delicate features
And her small, graceful hands
And realize she is the most beautiful of creatures
Her dark hair blows softly in the night breeze
Her deep eyes are focused on something afar
I wonder what she sees
I glance up; it's a shooting star
"What did you wish?" I hear her say
And for a moment I ponder this
Then turn her way
"For a kiss"
I softly say
"In Azarath, where I hail from"
She whispers into the night
"A wish on a shooting star must be done"
She looks at me, her smile slight
In her kiss I revel
I realize I love
A Dark Angel