Forgotten Seraphim - Halloween Poem

Wren Andre
Forgotten Seraphim

Birthed through an angel's dark intent
Carried across ages that span
Through desire alone
A will 'o' wisp that defies meaning.

Here
Now

I am spent as the spilled seed
Of God's unrepentant prophets
Grasping for minutes
That won't stop rushing, turn away.

Mine
Then

But not now that you exist
As a vapor impossible to clutch
Not a trace of sacred breaths
Once shared in rapturous union.

Only a brush against naked skin,
The singed wings of forgotten seraphim.

Published by Wren Andre

Defining a life in less than 255 characters: Started out writing, rocked in the music world, now back to writing. I have an amazing family & Rock Band to keep me somewhat sane.  View profile

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