Oh Mikael
What have you done to me
Blew on your trumpet
And made me sincerely believe
Your ashes wings spread in defeat
My heart stops and fails to beat
A day with of not seeing your light
Causes unreasonable sorrow
Your sight turning me into a cunning theif
Although it brings me a wave of relief

Oh Mikael
What have you done to me
Sung a slow wailing song
Proved after all, my love wasn't wrong
Closed my lids and let your image rise
Causing my soul to let out a confused, strangled cry
Held out your hands and to the world
Beckoned
Drained myself of strength, I couldn't resist enough
I reckon

Oh Mikael
What have you done to me
Blew on your trumpet
And made me sincerely believe
Why my heart and soul are writhing
No one can perciveve
Oh Mikael
What have you done to me

F.T.M.

* This is something I wrote a while back. Mikael is an angel who has the duty of blowing on a trumpet for signaling the arrival of the ending. In this writing, I took the human Mikael and tried to make him a bit 'angelic' and 'powerful' by combined it with the angel Mikael's qualities and duty *