Angelina

14

WILL OF THE SERAPHS

I had a pocket like a picture
When they walked down the road,
And when they caught me singing,
I tossed the silver out for gold.
It was his face, the base of days
My dream-speller had me told,
‘You’re heart’ll fly, a penny five,
‘And what has the Seraph sold?’

The Seraph’s sold bloody gold
To keep up at ‘em in heaven,
And how would you reflect
On seven-four days left,
Rushing into the bank for eleven?

And I’ve known your thousand faces
‘Cause I’ve made them up in rhyme
With your shackled iron laces
Stuck spinning in time,
And a soulmate was never beautiful
Before you bound them up in stars,
Without the understanding,
Of the people
they are.

His smile was halfway out the door
When he saw lies that did not exist,
And he piloteered ten shots of gods
Ruled by an iron fist,
Why was the Reaper greedy,
Who bound up the red witch,
And how’d summer draw up dead tears
When no one asked me to live?

The Seraph’s sold bloody gold
To keep up at ‘em in heaven,
And how would you reflect
On the seven-four days left
Rushing out the back for eleven?

Eleven years,
Eleven days,
Eleven more to spare him,
Couldn’t you take the brutish youth
With less days upon him?
Before I’d saw him,
Before life did,
Eleven years,
Eleven days,
Without or with?
Without or with?
Why didn’t you give
A choice to live
Without
or with?

The Seraph’s sold bloody gold
To keep up at ‘em in heaven,
And how would you reflect
On the few days left
Rushing to the door for more?

I sweep dust into my tombery
With a tweet in my beak,
The dues have been done in,
I’ve medalled the weak.
And still does the sacrifice
Wander the summer to seek;
He’s the sunniest shroud
The world’s ever seen.

And the soulmate was so beautiful
Before you bound ‘em in stars,
Without the understanding
No, never,
Of the people
they are.