For eons, she held the scales so true
In a realm of light and endless blue
High Seraph, with a crown of gold
The weight of worlds in her steady hold
"To protect the light," she’d softly say
As she watched the shadows kept at bay
But the secret she kept, like a festering wound
Was a rhythm to which her heart was tuned
The scream of the fallen, the ash of the dark
To save a flame, she extinguished the spark
"A necessary end," she told the sky
As she whispered a prayer and lived a lie
Then the light fractured, the silence broke
In a flash of redemption, a truth awoke
A sinner ascended, a snake with a smile
And the lie she had lived for such a long while
Tumbled like glass on the heavenly floor
A truth she could hide from the stars no more
How many millions? The math is a blade
The price of the safety she thought she had made
She stares at her hands, once so pure and so white
Now stained by the ghosts of the long, ****** night
The certainty shatters; the High Seraph falls
Within the cold echo of Heaven’s high walls
She is no longer the judge, no longer the guide
With nowhere left for a monster to hide
In the wreckage of order, in the shadow of grace
She finally looks at her own broken face
The halo is heavy, the truth is a fire
Consuming the pride of the High Seraph's spire
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
For eons, she held the scales so true
In a realm of light and endless blue
High Seraph, with a crown of gold
The weight of worlds in her steady hold
"To protect the light," she’d softly say
As she watched the shadows kept at bay
But the secret she kept, like a festering wound
Was a rhythm to which her heart was tuned
The scream of the fallen, the ash of the dark
To save a flame, she extinguished the spark
"A necessary end," she told the sky
As she whispered a prayer and lived a lie
Then the light fractured, the silence broke
In a flash of redemption, a truth awoke
A sinner ascended, a snake with a smile
And the lie she had lived for such a long while
Tumbled like glass on the heavenly floor
A truth she could hide from the stars no more
How many millions? The math is a blade
The price of the safety she thought she had made
She stares at her hands, once so pure and so white
Now stained by the ghosts of the long, ****** night
The certainty shatters; the High Seraph falls
Within the cold echo of Heaven’s high walls
She is no longer the judge, no longer the guide
With nowhere left for a monster to hide
In the wreckage of order, in the shadow of grace
She finally looks at her own broken face
The halo is heavy, the truth is a fire
Consuming the pride of the High Seraph's spire
