HORROR Poem: Seraphim, by Caleb Densman

Be not afraid
A thousand faces
Hidden by uncountable wings
Stand before me
In my dark home

It’s a mess here
Do you think she cares?
This seraphim
This divine thing

For the first time I feel chosen
For the first time I feel wanted
By this incomprehensible thing in my room
Be not afraid

How do you do that
How do you long for something
Your whole life through
And when it comes

Not be afraid of it
Afraid of failure
Afraid of disappointing
Of not being enough

When you’ve prayed and wished
For a thing like this
But everything you’ve been taught
Is fear and trembling

To not be to much
To not be a bother
To not bother this angel
As she stares out your window

be not afraid
Of people, of things
Of god himself
Yet it’s all i know

Will it happen
Will our arms intwine
Our bodies form knots
That can not be untied

Will the mysteries be unveiled?
By the touch of her soul
And the ruffle of her feathers?
Will we be known

But my room is a mess
And I think she’ll leave
This artefact of divinity
The answer to my prayers, a silent failing

This is a disaster
I’ve missed out on all of it
Because I never could
Be not afraid