I am the Starwatcher
silver son of Moon
The crow's lightened wing
and earth's son too
I make thunder trees
and shape thine growing eyes
Wither thy loved ones
I am the father of time
(In this blue chamber)
Ye saw me storm
did thee pray then...
ye while son of a Worm
Did thee not weep
of vengeance, back then?
No, it was a feeble begging
for what, who and when?
Ye could just have sat
in a rock with thine skin
as a momentous figure of them
Fragile are thee to wait for a win
Thus a bone of mine looks inside
of thine eager meat with a grin
hoping to gush out with joy.
Slowly thee die with me inside
Like serpent I am to gleam,
within thee I do always dream.
And slither to thine soul as it seems;
Mine shade is kingdom of beings |
