To reach to the stars,
angel wings flutter about,
storms brew,
goblins dance.

Hair blown by the breeze,
sifting serpentine slithers below,
capturing innocence.

Bones encirle the last mandoline,
and angles surge the heavens,
light chasing dark,
dark chasing light.

Rotting red scales,
and cragged hands grasp,
groping for white flesh,
as it ascends.

Inspired by Milla Jovovitch's album The Divine Comedy

(c) Alan Bailward, Sept 1998