Six Winged Seraph Patron of Arts
He was flaming when he alighted in my mind
I was horrified, not realizing I had a talent
You have two he informed me
And I am the patron judge of both
I decided to look him up later
Pay attention! He said.
You are to write; I rolled my eyes.
And paint! He said this with a mean glare.
I was terrified; wondering if I had lost my mind.
Begin! He commanded.
I began to jot scribbles onto a pad.
He tore them up. Made me begin over and over.
Finally said “Let’s start with painting”.
I was relieved I did not have a single drop of paint.
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