Fingerprints and Angel Feathers [ Edited ]

[Darkkin]

A minor chord, a major rift,

Fingerprints and angel feathers,

A dark radiance in the rain,

A language cast in ivory and ebony,

The soft, sad voice of a lost refrain.

Fingerprints and angel feathers,

Reflected in wood and glass,

A pair of hands, elegant, clenched in pain.

A soft, sad voice, the angel calling.

Wings fallen and folded, bedraggled by rain.

Reflected in wood and glass,

A mask, now twisted and sad,

A soul, a thousand shades of grey,

Ivory and ebony, a chord minor and dark,

Footprints pressed into the sand, seeking a way...

A mask, now twisted and sad,

Began, a dark radiance in the rain,

An angel in guise, who cloaked in grey,

Shimmered in the darkness, a night blooming flower,

Shown like a star, imbued of a glory to rival the day.

Began, a dark radiance in the rain,

A source of footprints, a single line,

Into the sand, pressed deep and clear.

Fingers across the ivory and ebony, fly,

A lesson too precious for the crass mortal ear.

A source of footprints, a single line,

Pressed into the sand, in the shadow of a promontory,

A dark radiance in the rain, a cloak of feathers trailing.

The language of a minor chord, ivory and ebony, cast.

Angel, fallen in the rift, all around the westerlies beseeching, wailing.

Pressed into the sand, in the shadow of a promontory,

Passes a shadow, a thousand shades of grey, sweeping in,

With the tidal surge, over a bar, the sand of shattered dreams.

The Night Galleon, its sails small upon the horizon.

Angel upon the shore, forgotten and fading, no one listens for the screams.

Passes a shadow, a thousand shades of grey, sweeping in,

Those waves upon the shore, washing away the stain,

The mar of those footprints in the sand, feathers bedraggled by rain.

Above the roaring surf, a voice, high and sweet and clear.

Tears tracing mortal cheeks as the angel takes away the pain.

Those waves upon the shore, washing away the stain,

Of things done wrong, of words unsaid, promises broken...

Fragments of hope, long thought to be dead,

Fingerprints and angel feathers, footprints in the sand.

Dark radiance in the rain, stars crowning her bowed head.

Of things done wrong, of words unsaid, promises broken...

The minor chord, ivory and ebony, cast, reveals the truth,

Blows the ashes from the past, back to the rift when she went her way.

A voice alone upon the shore, but to the sky, the words,

Her words take flight and soar out with the coming day.

The minor chord, ivory and ebony, cast, reveals the truth,

Forgives a past, of wrongs and doings, oddly done.

Fingerprints and angel feathers taken by the sea.

A Strangeway to Nowhere, written by a radiance, hidden by the rain.

A final verse of Nothings, a dream of you and me.