The Seraph, Light
Til the last sword-like flicker
Keeps, as 'twere defended
As much as spellbound.
Camp fire's, not only. That starred
Above. Dread nights confound.
Or that, bare wick-held, staves off
What have, for phantom thoughts
Efformed; to assail.
This godsend. This seraph, Light.
O'er Death will prevail.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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