Two angels stood before me
one of sunlight, dusted in gold, dripping with honey
The other; made of ash and smoke and shadow
ink pouring off of him of in rivulets
They stared with empty gazes
Gold eyes, icy gaze
And empty tunnels
Ink and honey mixed and swirled
at my feet
"Choose"
I stared, looking back and forth
"Choose"
I reach out to them
But the honey sticks and the ink stains
"Choose"
The gold blinded me
The smoke choked me
"Choose"
A human in a world of angels
"Choose"
and I fell blindly
