host of seraphim

Host of Seraphim

Wake the sleeping giant whose name salutes the Serpent

As secret losers ride the lightning

Spawned by a miracle man

With her ghost in the fog

And memories like decaying fruit


How fortunate the man without none

No desert song to sing

No voice to spin tales

And in the end death

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

your imagery is very intense- great poem!

[AYVID N]

Yes...who wants memories...?
I don't...neither the sweet or the bitter...because you can't hold them in your hands! Better death and oblivion!

I loved it Raven!