Serius, the Syrian Sorcerer

a character i made up i like to write about

Serius, Arch Nemisis of such bliss

that you woulodn't know to miss

the beating of your heart inside 

or the doors of hades swinging wide

Serius, enchanting stalwart scoin of royal lineage, going back to hell

from which, i swear, my oldest ansestral memory, is of that day i fell

from heavens trumpt up majesty, through a very vale of tears

to land here among these people, and their many lovely lively fears

an eye i wiped, and without an upward glance

i set about to make the best, of my every chance

to find employers fit for me, apprentise as i was back then

to try to fit in with this crowd, so evil was this race of men

gently, trepidations palpitate, this cavern of flame within my chest

i wandered to and fro, trying my levelest best

to figure out how to compete, with Adams vicious broods

still on my guard, still atremble, they have such moods

to and fro, yet still i go

aworried and afrighted, don't you know

i kneel and pray, to God above, for His grace

trapped in this so beknighted place

often...

to and fro, to and fro

Author's Note

poor lil' devil, humanity is feral