Darker State Of Grace

I am your dying sickle moon
 I am your circle dance
 Halloween in the midnight blue
 has left for you a sliver of a chance
 to love a wet-lipped, well-lit spectacle
 in silk and tattered lace
 hold me in your arms;
 transcend a darker state of grace
 Let me under your wing, smoker angel;
 I'll be good.
 Let me hear your heartbeat, smoker angel
 if you would that I would
 fly with you
 let me die with you
 if this isn't to be pursued
 what in heaven's name will i do?
 won't I die from lack of you?
 I am your fading afternoon
 Your raven on the wing
 leave behind your twisted halo, boy,
 just to come and hear me sing
 Stop that flying 'round and come to me
 have done with this merry chase!
 What high time 'twould be to kiss
 the shadows from your face.
 Let me under your wing, Smoker Angel;
 I am cold.
 I'm not flying off now, Smoker Angel
 If my heart's too bold,
 then you'll forgive me here
 I'll keep you warm and near
 If your destiny's unclear, go find it
 I can wait here
 without fear for you.