Have no fear, for the Northerly Seraph is here!
Can you see her?
Upon the northern tor?
Her beamish aura radiates her prevalent porphyrogene.
What a lovely creature of rapture!
Discord the treacherous termagant!
Praise the Northerly Seraph.
Her miasma cleaves the dreams of children around her.
The dead in their narrow houses quiver, disturbed.
They awake and clapper claw at their coffins,
begging for her benevolence.
She stands upon the northern hill, pensive.
Contemplating the venerable of the people below her.
Praise the Northerly Seraph!
She unburdens her amaranthine wings.
For it is the first time they have been used since her last recall.
The seraph laid in her sepulcher for multiple millenniums, meditating.
She never slept.
She awaited for her Lord to give her command to collect the chosen people.
Now is time!
Praise the Northerly Seraph!
The seraph flaps her alluring wings and screams out,
“HYELL WILGL RISFE, REDEEM YOTURSELVES MORTALS!
REDEEM YOURSELVES!”
Winds from her wings caress my face.
Her voice sounds like the voices of heaven and maybe even God himself.
Praise the Northerly Seraph!
People around me scream and panic.
They scream not because they see an angel of light,
They scream because they see an incubus of Hell.
They panic because the winds generated from her wings scourged them with amain.
Her voice is incomprehensible.
Praise the Northerly Seraph!
To them, she is a demon damnifying the town.
To me, she is blessing us with her brilliant light.
Praise the Northerly Seraph!
She bats her angelic wings, she ascends.
She graces us with her glory and wrath.
She gives us one last redemption call and then raises to the heavens,
She leaves this land in ruins.
Praise the Northerly Seraph, for she is our savior!
Praise the Northerly Seraph!
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Unexpected Gifts
ŞiirWhether we want them or not, life is full of unexpected gifts.
