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Night Flights of the Seraphs

A Poem I Wrote 8 Years Ago

By R. D. Scott-TaggartPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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In the darkest of nights,

As black as the abyss,

The feeble Moon rays

Oblivion doth kiss.

Star light shines through emptiness

As Seraph wings grace deep skies.

Sun has fallen into the depths,

While the void is blushed by their cries.

No more songs for angels are sung

Their feathers rotted and broken.

Evil consumed and altered their souls,

Now only harsh oaths are spoken.

Prowling the earth, searching for prey,

Desperate for hunger to be appeased,

Only mortal death will sate their want

And let their blood lust be eased.

Vermin’s screams rise up from below,

Running from winged death above.

They claw at their necks rending arteries from flesh

In an embrace reminiscent of love.

Corpses fester on long dead flames,

While villages burn in black fires.

Limbs strewn on the floor that of man and beast,

As the Seraphs mock funeral pyres.

But alas, the sky lightens on the eastern horizon,

Creating squawks and screams of fear.

The rising sun is a coming messenger

That the end of the death feast is near.

Their dark gluttony interrupted,

The Seraphs take their flight.

For their vicious banquet can only occur,

Under the protective blackness of night.

Fighting to reach the safety of dark,

They tear and bite with their kin.

Few manage to hide in the dankness of caves,

But most are burnt for their sin.

Where pure hearts rested in past angels,

Black organs lie dead and seeping.

The bitter sunlight reduces Seraphs to ash,

And floods the rose sky with weeping.

This dry, dusty rain falls gently to earth,

Floating through dew filled air.

The final injustice smothers the dismembered corpses,

As the surviving beasts watch from their lair.

The day goes on, families bury their dead

Scrawling epitaphs on nearby walls,

Then rush to their homes, filled with grotesque horror,

For the Seraphs return as the darkest night falls.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

R. D. Scott-Taggart

An author in her mid-twenties with a love of all things, dark, creative and fictional!

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