Incorporeal Poem by Tsani Jones

I asked her once if
She believed in life after death.
With a gentle flick of her hair
I was told her great truth,
'Love is life.'

That was when the world
Was green,
And her perfume carried
My spirit away in the night sky...

My demonic scream of stark
Unadulterated terror splits
The air, and the rage of Hell
Draws me closer, closer
With her angelic form limply hanging
In my blood-soaked arms.

The earth has shifted
In a microscopic silver
Of a second from a world of Paradise
To life in the abyss.

The blindness has set in,
With all obstructing my vision
Except for her face,
Growing colder in a moment of eternity.

My temple in which I have worshipped
Lies in tatters,
Angels scattered,
And I am bound, defenseless.

The gentl eyes of my goddess
Bat feebly in the final moments
Of timeless destruction
Locking my wild gaze.

I meet her lips with mine,
One final prayer
As I hold to the last bit of energy
Of her arms in temporal embrace.

As those eyes fold like
A rose in midnight,
And the shell of my soul grows into chill,
Her last words...

'Love is Life.'

The sky is black now,
With the storms of
My vengeance and wrath
Resident on the horizon.

They try to pry my
Arms from my queen,
But I will never let her go.
I hold to all I have.

All of this,
As my world moves into Hell,
And she in the
Opposite direction.