Flying blind

Clutching the darkened walls ruefully
of an abandoned house, these shattered window panes
show the story of a foreboding night
when the bedeviled bats flew right into the windows  
splattering their blood on the shards of glass
strewn all over the grim floor.

If only these broken windows can tell the tale,
What drove them to their untimely death?
These nocturnal creatures who navigate
a labyrinth of caves skillfully,
How were they ensnared, entangled, entrapped?
To escape, it seems, was to embrace death.

Hugging the shadows of isolation   
I wait for the liberating light of death
to shine upon me
to enwrap me in its ethereal grace.

Cast out of paradise
a stranger in the mortal world,
I am cursed with an angelic beauty
like a rose blooming in the desert
only to wither away in its scorching heat,
Like a fallen warrior seeking deliverance.
Like a wayward soul seeking salvation,
unable to reconcile with either worlds.