The Flight Of The Seraph

The wings of the Seraph
unfurl.
Fluttering, flitting.
Soaring the heights of the heavens.
Gliding, riding the winds of dreams.
The winds of grace.
The winds of muse.
Penetrating gossamer clouds
and emerging.
Sailing on jet stream of impossible concentration.
Whirling on gusts of abandon, merriment, glee.
Floating on breezes of relief and palliation.
Diving to exhume the lost souls
from the depths of lakes of fire
Egressing with souls in arm,
their rebirth.
The flight of the Seraph is at hand.
Prepare for deliverance.

Reviews

[Alexa Apothic Red]

What beautiful, delicate, lively imagery you've painted in this piece. It is a serene drift of flight. Your words danced through perfectly as ever. Your writing is nothing short of masterful.

[Nipplegrinder]

You flatter me deeply, Red. I appreciate it, darling. Thank you.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

It's all my pleasure... as it should be! ;)

[Nipplegrinder]

As it should.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Yes, it shall.

[Nipplegrinder]

Indeed.
...

[Alexa Apothic Red]

I am glad you agree. :)

[Nipplegrinder]

Ha. Indeed.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

And where are we going with this? Ha