Stay with me

Just for a night

Protect me from

The coming plight

Empty streets

And bolted doors

Blood will stain

The golden floors

Lonely blackbird

Flies away

Ever searching

For a way

To find the truth

It must lie

A simple fact

That it must die

Into the sunlight

Wings of lace

Torn at the edges

Broken grace

Bleeding fingers

Torn open eyes

The end is burned

Across the skies.