they are angels ;

milky-white, star-spun bells
from which sway twisting ribbons,
dancing tendrils of sterling light & water.

heavenly figures of alien purity
drifting in cold, windless corridors of black crystal.
hallowed places,
devoid of temporal rot.

their songs whisper to my shaken core.
stingers embedded in ivory flesh.
filling my veins with sweet poisons,
my mind with inane fantasies,
& wild compulsions.

Waking with a start I lept,
Away from the odd place I slept,
I could taste the Other near,
Like the touch of patient fear,

Something strange I couldn't place,
The path of which I could not trace,
A creeping darkness without source,
That won't be stopped by will or force,

Now reaches out with ancient word,
Forgotten just as soon as heard,
And as a shadow slips through glass,
No wall or gate will stop Its pass,

Not pain nor pleasure matter much,
To It time has no halting clutch,
No food or rest or friendship sought,
Just the fear of those It caught,

And now I break within Its grasp,
And I hear Its chilling rasp,
"No heaven or hell for you await,
Eternal darkness be your fate".