Seraphim
On The Absurdity Of Fear
On the doorstep of my eyes, a discreet angel
Her light, dimmer than a lone star
Is it that time again? Ô Seraphim have mercy
Be not afraid, for now is no time at all
A whisper of a thousand faces
begging me to take their places
I listen to their plea for two infinities
My only wish for them to disappear
Screams fill my ears, I give in to my fears
Crawling about I fight my own thoughts
Above me, Damocles the Archangel
Staring down in my soul, clutching his longsword Grigori
Nightmare or Reality?
Same difference to me
About the Creator
YonathanJ - Writer
Clouds are daydreaming, imagination, life's beauty. The writer in me is like clouds. Taking words, crafting stories; water sublimating, becoming infinitely more.
What better medium than writing to let words become clouds that inspire others
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