Divinity, blind and lowly,
Came--glistening--to the fiberoptics
Of my mind.
I nutured it, soft and slowly, and
It grew--submissive--as hope that
Seemed so kind.

...But now I close my eyes, only to see
A Malignant Angel encompass me;
Imposing, (though I harbored it)
The will to wholly despirit.

Infinity, stark and callous,
Stayed--flaunting--with obscene
Intention.
I protested it, and all it's malice, but
Nothing...Nothing...could delay its
Pretension.

...But now I close my eyes, hoping to sleep
While the nightmare is Reality's keep.
They listen now, as it sweetly sings,
The Malignant Angel with dirty wings.