Seraphs and serpents

Oh to the seraphs that know
The blessed ways of homage
And to the whimpering eye
And devilish cries of a minion
Whose torture has long unfolded.
For all of the mischief, the mayhem,
And oh to the ways of glee-filled days
That have come to their overkill.
A lingering damsel has been placed.
To touch, to love, to play
In the holy mid days sun
And caress the beauty down
From crown to her lily.
Be the angels who sent her here
To live in holy matrimony
Or devils to be a b******s child,
that, it does not matter.
Care I not the ways of divinity
But care I to the supple ways
Of Ava’s grasp to mine.
The seraphs call on down.
“Hold fast it’s hard to find.”
The serpents say below
“Someday she’ll be mine.”
Whispers out from the decay.
To Ava, sweet Ava, I call
To the joys of the wild crawl
To the all of the city sprawls
I call, I call, I call For Ava
Above all other sweet delights.