SBA ( / Australia)

Seraphim

The wind sighs
As the seraphim falls
The stars cry
And the world grows small

She lost the man
For whom she burns
Her heart broken
She mourns

She falls to Earth
To be reborn
To toil before the hearth
Immortality, she spurns

The man she loved
Returns as well
Reincarnated, renewed
To ride the ocean swell

He was murdered
She chose to Fall
For all who have loved
Damnation grows small

Their love was taken
And passed through the flame
Though their hearts were broken
Their love still remains

Though they are apart
Their hearts remain united
The greatest gift God created
True love is pure, untainted.

by Sarah Breanna Andrews

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