Phanuel

In the midnight garden Where the dweller's in-between parallel worlds Hide Within just another brief mystery of time Like written in the first book of Adam and Eve Or maybe even Lilith We ran wildly and carefree like Huckleberry Fin Into that old world's beautiful Sin But now Angels don’t play Harps Where I now lay As I both laugh and cry Night and day For like in the APOCALYPSE OF MOSIS I no longer breathe For in the end  Everyone loses Lost beyond the light barrier Lost between two ages I now stand in front of these great White Gates Of the Master of all Hidden Places I still whisper your secretive name You know Phanuel Praying inwardly it carries  My silent words to you Wherever you go As I alone  Walk the lone trail To the Last Circle Using my worn bible  As my guide Since my love still  Lives There can be no magic without tears Some say No love without experiencing Tragedy For are we all but masquerading as angels Goodness and light For all to see But in our deep inner core Those who can see Know the deepest of Such truths And it’s why I still search  These Great Lands To find just  Thee It may be a new murder by Rejection As I now knock The long deep knock On these great white gates Lullabied as I wait  By the hidden chords of time Remembering when You were just mine But like all the dark mysteries Connected with the Holy Grail Maybe this time around I won't just fall on my knees Buckle under and fail Maybe you'll appear  And open up these great gates and lead me away Copyright John Duffy This name derives from the Hebrew “penû'êl / peni^y ‘êl,” meaning “the face of God, facing God.” Phanuel is the name given to a possible fourth Archangel in the Book of Enoch after Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel.