Dark Ether
by Ion

There is something in the ether,
a corrupting force it beckons me near.
It tells me there is nothing to fear.
Oblivion is sweet and kind,
a warm black blanket,
to wrap around.

Floating here in my mind,
I find.
I am in touch with the ether
it’s all around.

The dark pulsating force,
of decay,
just won't go away.

Struggling and fighting,
As I spin in the void.
A freefall of spirit,
and mind.

But something,
something,
holds me back.

A spark,
a light,
in the dark, dark cold.

A guiding spirit,
of the divine?

Blessed light,
comforting white wings,
save me from myself,
Stop the never-ending fall.

I feel her love;
forgiving,
Eternal.

Who is she?
That stops my fall?
Into blackest night, darkest void?

About the Author:
Ion may be reached at shardofmany@hotmail.com.