Angel and Lyres

The heavens were seated. So were all the elders, as the great seraphim wallowed them all in melody. The sweetness in her voice has never been heard by man. Her lyrics and rythem has yet to be conceived. The melody of the songs seized the wind but least man should die it moves slowly. Her instrument of music were of heavy sound than the weapons of war. The beauty of her lyre was much more fair than afrodite herself. The angels rejoice in this beauty. The sea rose up to it highest to listen. The ground slashed open to hear her lovely melody. Even heades was moved by the sound of the holy seraph.