An Angel

Hark! They do not sing!

I have done my worst and my best and I see very little light,

He has not forsaken me, but I him

I am lost in an abyss that tramps and devours me

I struggle to fight it, yet I am entranced by it

For it is my ultimate fear and pleasure,

The very essence I have for it is only within me, it does not know I exist

But I exist! I like a mountain and it a sun, has made me question mine reality

But it is my reality! I have forsaken my God and gods for it, and yet I am allured!

I still believe, but within a void of an echoed voice

Its’ voice melts my heart with a fury unbeknownst to me, a fury I crave

Alas! It does not allow me, whether by arrogance or spite or ignorance I am most certainly lost to it

The very thought of my sickness haunts me,

It knows my sickness! And I am not healed, I ask for help and am seldom heard, at least to mine ears!

My armor falters, and my sword swipes, but the damsel lacks ambition and distress

I cannot kill her, she wraps around my throat like the snake I stamp out, and blurs our reality

It is only in death will I be released, so I let this snake swallow me, and eat me whole

Perhaps then the angel will sing, but for now, she hisses.