My Saviour. Poem by C.D. Xiang

My savior came in the demise of the night
I turned my face away
an angel sold me a song
about how she went away
I devolved my wherewithal and my time
my usurer was invariably too great
my avarice was my salvation
my magnanimity was my undoing
my soul was shattered
at about eight thirty in the evening
my reflection felt neglected
ergo I gave it a kiss
and then smashed my mirror
and poured my reflection onto this page
and now you write so noble
brings to my eye a tear
your soul is one that was forgotten
but every soul finds a home
as every heart finds a companion
for this long and lonesome road
to heaven