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Sea Angel, transparent wings transport,
With lights of butterscotch dawn.
Your pistils and stamen,
Tangy bright, a heated encounter of self;
A falsehood perverted.
Yet, your wispy grace flutters,
Luminescence lures with —
A cobra’s venom.
Such a strange angel,
No whispered warnings.
Your effervescent petals enchant–
In the dark.
Floral and fluorescent,
A perilous Lilly,
Not one of hope on a casket,
A Lily of spite and survival engrained.
For you are ancient —
As creations dawn and Eden’s loss.
In the depths you’ve continued,
The world changes but you know little of it.
Only of your pincer teeth,
Stings of sunflower razors.
Taking your prey into pitch.
Where you’re the only light,
The only flower.
As coldness numbs, their blood turns blue,
You steal a soul, angel of despair.
You’re the harbinger of evil;
Unrecognized or understood.
Beauty is your survival, your instinct;
And you’ve not the wit or care to know —
You’re a curse, you’re a witch,
You’re without light’s truthfulness.
You’re a ghost transculent;
Your poison, the end.
With vivacious glory,
Enthralling and cursed.
You lead astray,
Such lambs of the water,
To the depths of misery.
To the finality of nothingness.
Woe to you,
Pandemonium’s first stone.
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