Angelic <br />Death <br />so pretty. <br />All consuming, <br />nothing left to <br />deliver to hell. <br />Empty soul cage, open <br />without hope or remorse <br />for the sins committed. Early <br />Moonrise stilled her heart beat <br />for the third time. Killing her <br />silently without the parade she deserved. <br />Her eyes are a stained glass window of tears. <br />Pale lips fluttering over her last sigh. <br />Her breath repulsing the butterfly which hovered above. <br />Golden skin tarnishing in Death's Rapture, worthy lover <br />for the sinner she had become. Her redemption lost. <br />Saturation of pleasure embraced, Myth's Heaven faded without note. <br />As Moonfall silenced light's dance upon her face, nothing remained <br />of her life, of heaven or hell, nothing save pleasure. <br /> <br />(co-authored with Katherine Tombeau, June 10,1997)<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angelic-death/
