10. Dark Poems Author

Served was his head but still he could see far, far away
Their open plains, their open fields 
Where rivers ran with bloos they lifted his body
Drenced in summerian black waters of sin 

Clipped are the wings of this angel
His voice has been silenced
Stripped he has been limb from limb 

The passage lies open, they are all written down word by word
their author, lord of cryptic seas 

Celestian guardian of their tale and scriptures
Lead them to the fire burning
and they shall grow 

When all this had been done his sight was still upon them
Neither day nor night his eyes would shut