Long has the stoic Seraph walked
Only himself, heart solemn and quiet
As the Moon, aloft, aloof, alone
But not lonely, and not sorrowful
Treading his path without want
Bearing Wings of Hope, restless heart
Taking him on and on, without pause
Attempts to love, to let others hold
Shattering the Angel's heart many times
Held together with will, but still fragile
Yet the Witch, the Sorceress appears
Unflinchingly approaches and grabs hold
Hands gentle, heart warm, stepping close
Bypassing barriers and ignoring walls
Wrapping the solitary angel in her arms
Taking his breath away, leaving him stunned
Unsure, hesitant and almost afraid
His heart gently placed in her soft palms
No spell or magic guides this decision
And with a sigh of comfort, he leans to her
Unfolds his wings and wraps them around her
Feeling her rest against him, warm and safe
The healer's heart, understanding in her
Beating in tandem with his own worn center
So swiftly exchanged, so quickly connected
Accepting with no resignation her love
And returning it in full, despite history
Not holding back, not hiding away inside
The Seraph holds tight his beloved Sorceress
Feeling the warmth of their love spread
Filling him as a barrier against strains
Now carries forward, with Hope uplifted
Wings ready to bear the burdens of such
Accepting and not turning aside from struggle
Willing to wait, and wander all the more
for the day his Sorceress arrives at last
Miles fall away as nothing to the guise of dream
Spirit soaring aloft to watch over and protect
Six wings, white and pure, unfurled eagerly
Shielding with all that he can from any pain
Keeping a smile on her face, his sacred sorceress
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