An Angelic Aria

I can hear a voice whispering A voice unlikely of any known to man Beautiful and overly enchanting Where it came from, or perhaps of when? I cannot deter from them who sings Unholy yet angelic, sinful yet divine And in no way can it be perceived as a dream When its indulgence beyond words to bind And they appeared, each every one Bared of clothing, in absolute nudity Demons and Angels, as beautiful as a dying Sun Dancing to the aria, desiring the tranquility In time, they all rejoice in bondage Each to every one, a chosen was chose Yet, of the one chosen wasn’t at all acknowledged When it never was feelings to begin with to enclose From a whisper were words engiven From simply a moment, a moment is all there is Thought less, thought more, were times enliven When given in periodical times, were imaginative beliefs