Took me months to get an inspiration to write something original, but here it is finally. For my latest addition to my anthology, here's a sad piece that I wrote. Enjoy.
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Seraphim Anthology #07 - A Lovely Stain
A poem by Seraphim
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The glorious sun in the early morning
Splinters to his eyes
The soothing melody of the birds' chirping
A puncture into his head
The lush greenery of the trees' wavering
An eyesore to his brain
But
The dampest cell in the furthest corner
Where he could thrive
The deepest well in the darkest dungeon
Where his gaze could rest
The deadest hall in the vengeful asylum
Where his thoughts could scatter
Since
Dark was his soul
Restless, no sleep
Lost without a goal
Dry, couldn't weep
What's born of beauty
Brings his demise
Searching for a sanctuary
Then to his surprise
One day he felt
Sudden lightening in him
That didn't belong
Yet welcoming it seem
From a daughter of beauty
Child of grace
Salvation he found
In the look on her face
Now
The glorious sun in the early morning
Brought warmth to his eyes
The soothing melody of the birds' chirping
For once sounds nice
The lush greenery of the trees' wavering
No life it heist
But
All this serenity
And all this merrymaking
A misfit for him
Not really his longing
For a creature thus dark
It couldn't be that plain
Saving was not to be
Her love
Would be just
A stain
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