Flee, My Seraph, Flee Poem by Daegal

A fatal song, did dress us wrong,
As we passed into the night,
I saw with fear, and frightened cheer,
A fiend come riding out from spite.

He lashed my wing with a dreadful sting,
A curse of echoes in my brain,
With cries of woe, I told her so,
To save herself while I was slain.

My feathers torn, by death and scorn,
And ravaged aura lying still,
He sliced my life with a blunted knife,
And sawed away while laughing shrill.

A claret gaze, which did amaze,
I saw her flee with stiffened neck,
And so she sped, no turn of head,
To see her Angel lie a wreck.

With reasons bold, my heart foretold,
I watch her still from down below,
Through flaming gaps, in dream’s collapse,
Her halo on and on did glow.

Sometimes I hope, upon this rope,
Her hand will slacken it for me,
Yet on I stare, and teemed with care,
For that Angel that I see.

I love you.

End.