Red strings of fate 

Talkative, flowing along the whims of the wind

Tying my hands together in the form of prayer

Tightly, they hold me 

Painfully

And yet the seraphim

Acts on its own whim

Basking in the heaven’s holy light

On my left and on my right

It whispers to me it’s might

“I Am no thief, for I have to give

Alongside me become seraphim

Your temporary bounds hold no candle

To the everlasting of eternity

Wings is what I give, and freedom is what I steal 

You will soon realize you can live robbed of it.”

And so wings I take, and freedom I forsake

And landing back on trembling knees

Strings float around me

But they no longer grasp any hold of my body