To a boy, sin is a root—dark and powerful - twisting deep in the chest.

One winter I stumbled upon four seraphim, perched high above in a conifer tree. Each of the four were holding back one of four winds of the earth. They had six wings about them, full of eyes within. I heard the second beast say, "Come and see” as she ripped the flesh of birds and men - for all flesh had corrupted its way upon the earth. I ran from that place, scared to see the red horse and rider. Peace had been taken from the earth and men of blood grew thirsty. 

On the sixth year I returned to that dark wood. The seraphim had fallen. Eyes pecked out and belly full of snakes, laying in a bloody ring of snow. As I ripped two wings from the second beasts body I heard her whisper, “thank you for this”. Beating her wings I rose up on the four winds. I saw the earth as Enoch, and knew why the angels fell.