by Regan Chern
Only for the fear of kings,
I would forever look down,
To never hear a seraph sing.
I’m haunted by the thoughts they bring,
These tempests seek a crown –
Only for the fear of kings.
Forever deadly is their hymn,
Storms chant in a discordant round,
To never hear a seraph sing.
My freedom is that I do not cling,
To the empty bottle of their sound,
Only for the fear of kings.
But knowing better does not win,
We stand to lose the world abound,
To never hear a seraph sing.
I sit complicit, holding out this drink,
Though we may forget it, sing it loud,
Only for the fear of kings,
To never hear a seraph sing.
Author Bio
Regan is a Brisbane/Meanjin-based writer in the final semester of his Bachelor of Fine Arts (Creative Writing) degree. You can find his work published in ScratchThat magazine, encompassing everything from poetry, memoir, fiction, audiobooks, and artworks. He is now a member of ScratchThat’s Editorial Board. He also tutors children from pre-Kindergarten up to Year 12. When he is not working, you will most likely find him with his two cats or hiding behind a mountain of plates from his favourite (and secret) sushi joint.
If you’d like to get into contact with him, please do so through his Instagram page @regancchern. He has also started a book club named the Lemon Lime Readers (@lemonlimereaders), which is currently seeking new members… please…