How could the moon shine so elegantly? As the broken bodies, drained of vitality, were buried beneath the paws of another A distant sob of a mother The anguish of a child The death of a brother Nocturne could only watch as flowers were placed along the graves Carnations and daisies Torn petals and fragments they had saved And when the graveyard went still Silence that was suffocating Only then did Nocturne step forward Shaking as she pressed her paws into the the uprooted silt. Please, let it not be true. Let her friend be alive Let them be speaking of flowers and all the beautiful things once more Oh, the beautiful things How could this be real? How could she succumb the same fate one day, how? How could she be so alone? The beautiful things ... song is angels by adrienne lenker
