Upon the angel’s brow slept death
Lot watched his guest with halted breath.
Sodom burned, now ashes fly
between the dead and burning sky.
All is quiet where angels lie.
Lot drowned himself on banks of Lethe
He watches, dead- his corpse, it weeps
bluebell tears, the city sleeps.
The heart of god is dark and deep.
I am a pillar of salty tears.
You burn so brightly,
through the years
Now all is quiet where angels lie
the river of Lethe flows softly by.
I take you, blindly, by the hand
Your flesh is bound,
your eyes like brands.
You lead me on,
oh Death sublime
We are dancers at the edge of time.