Thy Serpent - Chambers of the Starwatcher


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

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