Lament of a Watcher

Nightly overtures of sorrowful delight,

whispered angel tales on bloodied lips,

dead leaves crack and disappear within a swirl of wind,

under the mournful cries.

See how the devils flee, away from their doomed fate wrought,

racing from the fallen one hung against a cross,

recounting eternal splendor forever lost.

The cross of the Orion, hung for a millennia

now he flies, searching from afar

waiting for his beloved

the one that bore his sons and stars.

Children of iniquity and of bloodlust

fields of Nephilim

the end result of Grigori fire mingling with the children of clay

all bequeath, inheriting their curse

sons of Anak, reeling and resinous from pouring wrath

see how the waters rise and fall over their heads

destined to lick the darkness, the pinnacle of their unholy mass.

How the laments escape his mouth, repenting of his sin

O’, wayward angel is he

redemption may be sequent and spread

not least of his angelic kin

to embrace his wretched darkness, stumbling into the light

is a narrow path to writhe and tread.

To an ominous and celestial born; quivering in his sins

barbed wire wounds from such a lovely and saintly God

have mercy and twist the faith.

Esterah, thine bewitching beauty

how he yearns for her soft flesh and sweet stares

O’ sweet Esterah, blood trickling down her slit throat

How she pales with wonder and care

how she yearned to ascend, beyond

to the glorious, starry firmament.

Wings expand in agony

writhing in temptation, for self mutilation

while striving for self exhalation for his sons and nightly mares

for he is the great Shemyaza

speaker of the dead, Watcher of the living.