The Goddess Of Misery/by:Haunted Lunacy

The angels fell silent, not a sound in heaven 

was made,

for her footsteps were approaching, and she

 was far more beautiful than they.

With wings that span from sea to sea,

to her fiery eyes the sun does bow,

God himself on bended knee, his creation had

outdone him somehow.

In the distant fog her silhouette grew,

and on the wind her song could be 

heard.

All of heaven covered their ears,

lest they be destroyed by just one word.

From the mist she did emerge ,

no greater beauty could there

ever be,

than in the presence of the

angel fair, the sweet goddess of misery.