Cherubim

Would we still need guardian angels
In heaven,
After the judgement of brimstone
And fire?
Would we still need to pray to them-
Holy winged creatures
Trumping our trials?
'Cause I think I made mine mortal-

Cherubim                                  kissed
                  my sorrows away

Flew through the portal,
Heavened my lips-

Sealing her fate,
Ending her life.