ORIGINS

Above bats the dark green palm
As blue smoke slithers the damned
An infernal flame fan
Spun in eternity's wheel
Awaiting the day they explode
Into a ray
 
The absence of love is suffering  
And love's absence illusion's reel
 
And in the seraphim was the fire
And here it was that I burned  
And in the cherubim was the light
And here it was I saw
And in the ophanim was the wheel  
Born to spin us all
 
For these are the servants three  
And they work just as we
Holy Holy Holy
Just like the sun of day
And the distant stars of night
 
For the sun has no atom
Not made of fire and light  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
*entered for Brenda's Demonic Origins comp