A Seraphic Fire

As angels play their joyous choir, the shadows of the mischievous do conspire. As lightning emits the resounds of God, the chaos of thunder, as the rule of Herod. As Michael victorious, the Devil's Tower did fall. As Lucifer passioned, a reconciled Christ for all. The lovely ladies they revel as rainbows upon Spring. Their beauty, their bounty, a heavenly tiding. As David, the lord of thee oh mighty God, his desire, his ardor, his song of blissful eternity, his giving of Chalice, the mighty virtue of unfeigned humility. The light that nurtures and comforts thee, shining about upon the many wary souls do reckon, a coming forth of the heralded, of a forgotten divinity. As lover's sway in heavenly bliss, the crying winds emit, an impetuous kiss. As the spirits of Christ do bring forth mercy upon the eyes of humanity. The crying doves of salvation, our crown of vanity. Thy Masters of divine right, an artful expression almighty. My, how humanity may yearn, as a ravening Aphrodite. With their gold and their truth to be their desire, to renew the troubles of woe, a Seraphic fire.