Junkyard Angel (Arianna Returns to Her Maker)
As I walked home one night
a junkyard angel tried to catch my eye
The rain had got in her wings
and weighed them down far too much for her to fly
I whispered a silent prayer
to see if I had the strength to pass on by
But the will of a mortal man
was brought low by one soft and unearthly sigh
Another voice from through the mist of space and time
I heard, but could not place
And when I turned to see its face it said to me, "Never yearn, never burn for a junkyard angel: Never cry, never sigh for a junkyard angel"
Across the sands of Nevermore
A faceless lord upon a throne
Of onyx cold, and brittle bone
Does his mind to his minions reach
as on their knees they would beseech.
These abandoned souls of Evermore,
Their timeless torment make an end:
Their souls to lasting darkness send
Though such a hope is truth be told.
Another dagger in each soul...
As I looked in her eyes,
I felt so alive
She made such a promise
of unending passion
The voice and its warning,
like shadows in mourning
Disappeared without a trace
in the new rising sun of her smile...
(or was it just guile?)
I heeded the call
to be fully enthralled
To take on the mantle
of fate she had shown me
For though she was doomed
I still blindly assumed
The power of love would
shatter the chains on her soul
(or so I was told)
Across the sands of Nevermore
A deep laugh echoes through the halls
On cold stone floors and marble walls
The dust of ages thick has spread
Where mortal feet shall never tread
Another soul of Evermore
Entrapped by a bewitching stare
of helplessness and flowing hair
Begins the journey forth from light
To kneel before the throne of Night
As I put on my irons
The angel still tried to hide her smile from me
I guess it could have passed for love
for we would be together through eternity
And once again through the mists of space and time
I saw the master's face
And when I tried to turn away he said to me,
"Never yearn, never burn for a junkyard angel;
Never cry, never sigh for a junkyard angel."