The Vaulted Sky
Hereinabove me, the blue of the celestial heavens domed,
flapping of the angelic wings so profound.
Hereinbelow me, the black of the earthly netherworld entombed,
enticement from raspy whispers the only sound.
I stood beside the altar.
Hereinabove my scorched soul, the heavens domed,
and on I scrutinized the trickling in of the light
gasping for the darkness. †
The blue of the day glazed the firmament spotlessly.
And beside the dirty feet of purgatoryís midair,
in conviction to feel heavenís stare,
arched above me was an angelís glare.
Those red eyes only scowled back in raucous silence.
It was that relentless stare that drove me mad,
mad as the holy abyss!
But who was angrier Ė I or the befallen angel? †
from the heavens Iíve leapt,
with my sanity Ė