Sitting in Michael's Lap
... and thus begins the cleansing ...
I already told you that I liked this, though I believe it is a bit different now than when I first read it ... at any rate, I thought the repetition of lines was very effective, and the rhyme scheme was clever as well.
Only thing that needled at me was the "draughts of ichor," but I'm sure you have some explanation for that which I am no doubt missing. That said, this was not too shabby.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest