A Seraphic Fire
As angels play
their joyous choir,
the shadows of
the mischievous
do conspire.
As lightning emits
the resounds of God,
the chaos of thunder,
as the rule of Herod.
As Michael victorious,
the Devil's Tower
did fall.
As Lucifer passioned,
a reconciled Christ
for all.
The lovely ladies
they revel as
rainbows upon Spring.
Their beauty, their
bounty, a heavenly
tiding.
As David, the lord
of thee oh mighty
God, his desire,
his ardor, his song
of blissful eternity,
his giving of Chalice,
the mighty virtue of
unfeigned humility.
The light that
nurtures and comforts
thee, shining about
upon the many wary
souls do reckon, a
coming forth of the heralded,
of a forgotten divinity.
As lover's sway in
heavenly bliss, the
crying winds emit,
an impetuous kiss.
As the spirits of
Christ do bring
forth mercy upon
the eyes of humanity.
The crying doves
of salvation, our
crown of vanity.
Thy Masters of divine
right, an artful
expression almighty.
My, how humanity
may yearn, as a
ravening Aphrodite.
With their gold and
their truth to
be their desire,
to renew the
troubles of woe,
a Seraphic fire.
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