Borne aloft on broken wings
among the Angels and Demigods, with a hand in mine;
eager eyes fixed upon our arrival to paradise;
and a song greeted us through sealed smiles.

At the mercy of that blissful hum and soft, feathered fingers on my cheek,
I fell into complacency.
The gates opened:

Angels and Demigods and Demons revealed,
skin, flesh and bone peeled away,
blistered tongues waved in the wind,
silent howls of madness echoed in time.

And at their mercy, I turned to see whose hand beckoned me;
a familiar face,
there stood Solitude.

Solitude, my old friend.