Little black angels

I went in just out of curiosity, out of unconsciousness if you will, fascinated. I used to see it from the outside, I had never dreamt about seeing it from the inside. At a time, it lost mystery, it gained majesty. I walked on a coal floor up to a hole, a terrifying funnel with well sharpened blades. I looked at the sky, another terrifying funnel under a star of light. I felt like in a Moriarty's trap, I almost saw an invisible hand slamming the exit door. And, for a moment, a thousandth, I felt myself incapable of controlling the irrepressible temptation of lying down on the ground of that artificial immensity and drawing little black angels.