The halo of the Seraph shines; it’s round
A perfect circle, symbolizing grace
Two wings to fly and two safeguard his feet
Another two conceal his holy face
The Burning One, Prometheus released
From Heaven, where Zeus hid him from all men
But Gods cannot confine this fiery beast
And free of chains, he flies to earth again
There’s power in his halo and his wings
Angelic in demeanor, he commands
An Army of protection, which he brings
To battle hell, whenever it expands
He flies his grace to men, a holy light
But keeps his face and feet from evil’s sight.

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