Unrepentant

Am I holy, or am I dying?
I see a halo above me, flying
Feathers descending from the angels backs
But, oh no! They’re midnight black!

What can this be that’s coming for me, divinity or creatures of blasphemy?
Bereft of trumpets the heavens scream with the outward flowing of soaring fiends

They’ve come
To take
My hand
Amassed
Above
The sand
The sun
It burns
My eyes
The vultures
Circle
Nigh

It’s no wonder why my halo isn’t gold
A circle of vultures with darkness enfold

Tearing at my flesh
Judging all my sins
Unrepentant I would do it all again
Without the life to move
My flesh has been consumed
A skeletal tomb with consciousness imbued

Erosion now my only friend
Grain by grain on abrasive wind
Slowly becoming one with the earth
Centuries pass as I await rebirth