The morning rays
no longer give me your warmth
We beckoned for your embrace
but our mourning has not reached you
Oh Seraph, won’t you cleanse me
by those purifying flames
I once called retribution
I cannot understand
the runes carried by your servant
A beacon upon a cowering child
Your imprinted message of indifference,
mourning under God’s red sky,
decaying under His watch
My pitiful calls end with lament for you
If only
If only your touch reached me
The stinging rain
quietly falls over lifeless ground,
washing away my regrets
The sun set for you
but time still dies here
I call for your embrace;
your return to your original form.