Swansong to a SeraphA Poem by BryänA little relic from the past that I found.Upon this lonely island, Condemned to die A slow death; Decomposing for aeons. Out of the grey skies, Onto my morbid shores, Fell this angel, Beauty beyond comprehension, To shatter these bonds of oppression, That anchors me to this grey home. The lovely seraph Came to set free; This chained and repulsive beast. © 2013 Bryän |
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3 Reviews Added on August 8, 2013 Last Updated on August 8, 2013 Tags: swansong, seraph, high school, lamentation AuthorBryänGermantown, WIAboutHey, I'm Brian. Just a guy that enjoys playing bass, singing, composing, and of course writing. I started writing at the age of 12 after realizing I couldn't stop thinking about a certain dream I had.. more..Writing
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