Heaven Shunned.

Heaven Shunned.

Slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened

chamber as I kneel, always a slave, always

fearful, frozen here, waiting. Haloed forms

wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances,

forming an image in my mind,

sparing not my vulnerable outstretched arms.

Blood on an angel's face. I raise my head, now

kneeling before this impassive darkness.