Tell me now dear brother

Iron cross around your neck

Tell me why you've stopped your walking

What could keep your faith in check?


And now, you the supposed

One-half angel loudly singing

And your feathers made of lead

Shouldn't the holy have deeper meaning?


Kindred spirit, lost as you are:

Drowning in the blood of the past

Now you'd better start your swimming

Do your best, you're sinking fast.


While I leave you now,

You'd do well to keep in mind,

Demons play the harp so sweetly

Even angels can be unkind.


---Well, this was written very very late at night...

A cookie to whomever guesses it's subject, though

even I would be hard pressed to guess it now. Anyway,

you can e-mail me about it.(Check my profile)