Seraph's cry

[SilverMire]

Day time city streets;
Angles hide in plane sight. Plain?
The sun shines and
springs back from seraph's wings. "Seraphs' "? Are there more than one?
Chins tucked into their coats as
they fight against a bitter wind. Good. The wind of all things dark, I presume
Gales of change and fleeting times,
Their time has past.
They pace forlorn,
and through city streets they walk.
Too afraid to fly.
So afraid to die.


Gabriel's sore throat will tell you,
Life was not always so hard for them .
Their days have grown long and cold,
Their feathers plucked and children told:
This world so strange
Inspires change
But our minds are old,
Our souls too cold for this place.
You, my son, my daughter...
Must face our fears and fly.
Let tears fall in the dust,
From a seraphim sky.

Actually really like this. If I'm not mistaken, it details the demise of the world's state, deteriorated so that even these Seraphs cannot help the cause any more. Well done