Peter Geoffrey Hynes - Easy Prey lyrics

he sits lightly, grinning. his silvered wings collected, folded on his back, chin resting on his hands. patient, waiting, hunting. souls are easy prey, when you know how. that's what he told me when I asked why he had suddenly appeared across the table from me. my wings flutter. they're new, stiff. barely a few minutes old. my silver painted guest is smiling wider now. something more than me has changed