On The Wane Poem by Aram Stefanian

Drawn into the sturdy spiderweb of your fantasy
I was nearly smothered by a pair of loving hands
The sweet scent of childhood full of pure ecstasy
Reminded me of my attraction to nonexistent lands
I knew that my spirit would travel as fast as light
Breaking the sound barrier to reach the faraway stars
I'd join my fellow angels to finish the last-ditch fight
Against demons to keep them forever behind bars
And if I had an unearthly chance of being reborn
I'd roam around the world, looking for true love
Enamorado again, I could never feel blue or forlorn
The ghostly moonlight might cease to shine on me from above