My feeble heart lost- lost a battle-
The battle of evil- verses peace- a seraph
The peace is no longer behold in thy heart-
But in a ghostly form flowing- flowing in the wind
Arms attached to a prison by a wretched soul-
With a fetter-and weep thee must- hurt by a sinned
Thou foulness does not cease- for my heart is as black as night
Amid some nights the blackness is lit to fire
This melancholic sight
Was the hideous creature- inside of me- maddening
But- the seraph- was slowly- dying
And yonder- to the willow tree
Thee tree bare- a skeleton- is what is left- of me
You may save it- if you must
Then save thy seraph- from its fetters- in rust
Awaken it from its deathly slumber-
And the night sky will light up with lightning- and sound a thunder
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! I will read, comment, and vote on anyone's stories and poems if they comment. I want to hear your honest opinions on all of my poems(bad or good)!!
