The Descent

“Take my hand” spoke the girl in cloak

‘neath a burning red sun and gray sky

barren lands around my eye, I choke

I barely hear her immortal sigh

I hold her hand and the image shifts

before us, waterfalls beyond a ledge

birds of blue scintillate, the air drifts

beyond myself, beyond heaven’s edge

for a moment, I don’t see her face

I see sharply-tipped roses without a name

and fairy-winged lilacs in a exotic place

the bell-ringing berries, it’s all the same

I ask “where am I and did I die?”

Did she leave me, but no I feel a grasp

accompanying the silence of her reply

it’s in that moment I turn, I gasp

A demon is there, where once she stood

cloak is gone, her skin a falling mask

sunshine hair turning to blackest hood

spiraling skyward are horns damask

“All angels must fall when it’s their time”

comes his sinister voice, a sensual grin

and I’m shoved down into that climb

into that void, to marry with my sin.