a test poem for the slam, dunno if i'll make it rhyme and be the same beat or stay with this feee flow. also help how should i end it

i heard him in my sleep, a golden string of hope among the cobwebs that i had buried myself under

a voice of satin, silk, and ink of which i followed, down into the room i knew i dared not wander

eyes of cloud greeted me with the promise of a thousand souls, and i felt myself sinking

his skin was of ebony, his body of bone, and when he turned i saw the feathers of flame carved into his back

angel.

he was an angel, a beautiful, graceful, celestial seraph whose voice could slumber the darkest of demons

and as he sang his song of candied lies i danced and rejoiced of the gift that i've been given, unaware/oblivious of the rain that fell from those olympus clouds

blind to the shackles of steel that twisted and clawed his every inch, deaf to the torturous cries that echoed off the sullen walls with every note he forced out of his lips