she walks beneath the moonlight...
she sleeps under the stone stair...
she sings to you in your dreams...
the angel of song and sight...
I am she, the angel of whom the poets speak.
I reign nowhere, my song knows no limit on earth.
I am second to none, I rely on myself alone.
I am the guardian, the angel made of song and stone.
she keeps her hair in beams of shadow...
she bears a flute of unearthly chime...
she plays for you when you sleep...
she dwells where no mortal can go...
I am the night, the falling of the radient sun.
I am the moon, the watcher of the stars.
I am who the world fears, you cannot know my face.
For lo'... I am the Angel of Music.
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