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Her Comfort

His sanity quivers  
And pulse rate quickens  
Blood pressure goes astronomical  
A panic attack looms  
The strident feeling of doom  
Deep breathing?  
He just tends to pant  
Visualization?  
Nightmare images spring to mind  
Leaving other thoughts behind  

But his seraph is there to comfort him  
Lure him off the fragile limb  
His fear of death begins to fade  
And drift into the evening shade.
crowfly
Written by crowfly
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Author's Note
A seraph is an angel, one of some rank.
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