I Call To The Heavens, Hope I Hear From The Seraphim.
Called To The Circles,
I Circle Inferno,
Fly Away From This Hell & Into Paradiso.
Scented Petrichor On The Air, Earthly Sweetness Taken There,
Birds All Sing With Not One Care,
Scales In Balance All Is Fair.
Divine Being Six Wings Spread,
A Blinding Halo On Her Head,
Guiding The Worthy From The Dead.
To Much Light For The Darkest Dread,
So Absence Stays In The Taken's Stead,
The Chosen Rise To Sink Like Lead.