Seraphim Woes

[the Draç]

Reaching for the Sun, illuminate with the Moon.

Walking this Earth to find what is true.

Ignite the fire, blaze for days.

The Summer Triangle, in which, we call Mayday.

The fae is determined, she sings her sweet song.

Like the Triads from China, that visit the Tong.

Day Walker woes, we the find the heat.

On the low, but on the go, and then be discrete.

To be meek, is to be strong, her light is too bright.

On sight, on delight, a djinn that ignites.

Come together on the beat, we pray for our wellbeing.

Growing like a stalk, like a seed from a tree.