**Title: Obsidian Nocturne** **[Verse 1]** Moonlight pools in the hollow of our wings Silver on black, like blood on silk rings We do not descend. The night simply parts To make room for something older than hearts Your candles gutter. Your roses go pale We pass overhead and the color drains **[Chorus]** We are the elegant dark The slow, perfect fall Beauty that does not ask If you wish to stay small Velvet and scale, cold as the grave We wear the night like a gown we will not save **[Verse 2]** Our eyes are the color of wine left too long In crystal that learned how to sharpen a song We do not roar. We only exhale And the air becomes heavier, scented, and pale Kings offer their throats like they offer their rings We accept what is given. We keep what it brings **[Bridge]** Lace of smoke. Armor of night. We move through your ballrooms and dim every light Not cruelty. Only the old, quiet fact That some things are made to be looked at, not touched The music continues. The dancers still turn They simply forget why their hands have begun to burn **[Final]** We are the elegant dark The last thing you see When the night decides It is finished with thee Wings overhead. Shadow precise We leave only moonlight where you once stood bright
