Seraphim
Falling
Fluttering
The seraphim struggles.
Feathers raining down.
Descent assured.
The struggle to stay up–
He persists.
He knows her glory.
And needs it now.
His once white feathers
Ashen black
The struggle
Changes beckoned.
The stone heart anchor
Yanks him to earth.
A bed of feathers
he cried into darkness
On his back
He reaches up to her.
Indifference is her reply
Her needs, not his
Her wings, her height
Her sovereignty
He stares
Crestfallen
Oh– His beloved!
Cries into his feathers
And dreams of her up above.
In his dreams
Devils
dance on his heart
Pulling at strings
Fingers prying
Cracks in the stone
Crunched open
Paralyzed he layed
Feathers turned fury
A fire enraged
He rose from his slumber
Decadent and destroyed.
Seriphim now walks.
Never looking up.
Pebble trail
Proof of the pain.
In her wake
Another devil made.
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