Flying through the fierce storm of molten silver,
Your adventure-loving angel chases a deadly shadow
As he’s swiftly and surely guided by Apollo’s golden arrow
To slay your demon and free from captivity the midnight stars.

Too long it’s been since your eyes last saw their fires;
Too long have they been kept by black Eris in secret.

Hush now, don’t cry; you know that your secret
Is safely guarded for his soul is as pure as silver
That has been cleansed by the heavenly fires.
Sleep now, rest your eyes; fear not the pale moon’s shadow

For our heroic angel is close now to the stars
Having flown faster and straighter than Orion’s arrow.

See there? The Morning Star is his guiding arrow.
On his journey, our angel keeps naught in secret,
So why do you trust your thoughts only to the stars?
Stop now! Do not follow your angel on wings of silver.

Such thoughts have been spawned from the blackest shadow
That’s been cast by the white-hot lights of the brightest fires.

Dark is born of light, death of life’s blazing fires,
Sadness of the joy wrought upon you by Cupid’s arrow.
Fear not, though; your angel hunts Despair’s son - a shadow -
So that you may love again and not keep it in secret.

Do you see yet that you can live to see your hair turn silver,
Be able to look back on a happy life as you head for the stars?

Look there! Your angel has at last freed for you the stars
And now you can at last see their celestial fires.
Alas, you still mourn your angel who had a soul of silver.
I know it is a gaping maw left in your heart by an erotic arrow

And you yearn to know at once Destiny’s hidden secret
Of when upon you Death will cast his ghostly shadow.

But I beg you, wait. In the end you will feel Death’s cold shadow
And once again be united with your angel among the stars.
Peace now, little one, feel not you must keep pain secret.
Promise you’ll remember that though darkness is born of fires,

The light will always be strong enough to be your arrow,
Crafted of glittering gold and fletched with shining silver.

See now? You can glimmer in the midst of a shadow like the fires -
The stars - of Orion’s belt. And that star shining on the hunter’s arrow?

The Angel of Adventure. He has slain your secret demon with his sword of silver.