Angelic MaharS a r a p h i m
she was not afraid,
for fear was for the weak
not the Seraphim
RP: open/closed
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
Pet Treasure
Angel Wings