Angel's courtyard lullaby
My guardian angel does not know whether to laugh or cry,
every time I go to bed and turn off the lights
in devoted prayer that I do not have to wake the morning after,
and maybe go down in a joyful spread of dream-like paradise.
For that he has concocted a fire-proof formula,
to allow my demons run amock
and create a pattern of nightmarish phobias
that will make me run to safety,
in his living embraceful arms.
However this plan seems flaky,
since I have tea with the devil every afternoon,
and he has promised me that both heaven and hell
are boring places anyway.