the abysses of your eyes
rise like the moon in a pale sky
they catch the glimpses of cynical men,
dressed in dirt and rags

the light sheds its skin around you
your jewels,
lucid tears and angel song
frozen like frost in a scarlet night.

He stole your book of enoch
and plunged your sheath in his heart
while you looked down drifting from a cloud in heaven
keeping your thoughts inside.

A glided chariot passes
it rides towards an ancient land and
you made the wolves sit quiet
in an echoing night

your sire drove his crucifix
and earth corroded your precious feet
like gentle doves,
rising melancholy,
in your wine of blood of song from which
jezebel drank.

the sunken sang
for lineage runs like madness beget.