Another Poem...

Wrote this one today during my government class for no apparent reason. It made so much sense when I finished it- keep in mind that "seraph" in this particular poem refers to the stone carvings of angels that guard tombs and graves, but that the speaker is not necessarily speaking to a dead person.


Seraph's Song

If I were an angel,
As I look to be,
You'd never have to feel alone,
As you'd sit beneath my wings.

Alas, I am no angel;
I do not wish to be.
For for your sake I would shed blood,
Or destroy all living things.

A lover, rogue, guardian, wolf;
I am who I am and I am forsook
By those who I should trust the most;
But a ghost remains of all they took.

I am who I am and I am not proud
That fury and passion and madness abound,
Yet for this world I exist and am whole
In the fact that my life is meant to expose;

The only true stability that chaos brings
Is that I'll always shelter you under my wings.


So that's what came out, and I didn't realize how deep my own words were until I thought about them for a while. I needed poetry today for some reason. Hope you enjoy, but whether you do or not feel free to comment.

Peace,
~W.V.~

So I Wrote Something...

Writing hasn't exactly had a high priority with me lately, due to various assignments and issues that have taken up most of my time and creative juices. But, here is an homage to D's persistence in pursuing me, which, when I realized how thankful I was for it, flowed easily onto paper.

Sonnet for an Angel

Always have I seen thy wings
Stayed against thy back,
Beauties that do lack
Use for finer things;
"Fly thee not, my dove,
Away from frigid me?
For it should suit thee to flee
The curse that is my love."
A year I cast thee away
Whilst thou loved me truly,
But at last I asked thee stay
To be loved and cherished dually,
For without thy guiding way,
I would swiftly fade, and fully.

That's it. Hope you enjoyed.

Yours,
~W.V.~