Seraph Sculpture

The golden meadow was florescent with a citrine haze

She is the citrine haze hovering above the fields of flowers, fairies, and angels

She is of celestial honey on the inside and outside

The imps and goblins parading on her pristine flesh are too silhouette to realize her light is a blessing

Heart of a griffin and brain of a pegasus

Sodom and Gomorrah doesn't deserve her

For she is the placenta of the cathedral

When everyone else was the harlot...