Just a few brief seconds spent
to take wing on softest breeze;
I know not where you came from,
though I do suspect a sneeze.
Demon-spawn and demon-spew
Have regretfully come to call.
No time spent for reaction here,
as from the Heavens it falls.
With tint so vague, yet so profound
flies gleaming in the sun's light;
come seamlessly, without a sound
like a comet in the night.
From lips of angels it is not,
but borne from lips no less.
Primordial ooze that time forgot,
now hanging on my dress.