I wave goodbye, at last,
As I go back to the place before me,
A place of death,
A place of glory.

I smell the sweet lies,
The bitter end,
And all the darkness,
That awaits me as I transcend.

For I am an angel,
A god, in between,
A dark, of depth,
Of falsehoods that gleam.

The holy place,
Of heavenly glory,
That is the place,
The start of my next story.