The Endless Embrace
The army of Gods attack from all directions,
Some wielding iron some wielding fear.
Others descend with psychosis,
Nets, made from madness and tears.
Still others ascend from the darkness,
Wielding heartache and dread.
Others with mute crimson harnesses,
With shackles and boots made of lead.
'You've called us' They yell and they whimper,
To collect all the prayers that you said .
Did you think we dare not of answered,
As you lye late at night in your bed.
We are all of the dreams that you wanted,
Yet never were able to get.
We are all of the fears that have haunted,
And tortured your soul as you weeped.
So now is the time for the battle,
Now is the time we have come.
You called on our names in the chapels,
For everything under the sun.
'Take me' you cried, as you offered,
Yourself to service and bliss.
Yet how could this offering fail us,
Has everything just come to this.
Temples in ruins and tatters,
Skies marked with fire and smoke.
Seashores drowning and battered,
Cities so dark as to choke.
So how will you meet us as we come,
Full of light with the fires of revenge.
And take back those things that deceived us,
That you broke, so unwilling to mend.
And how does it feel at this hour,
When at last your destiny calls.
Like lightning that destroys the tower,
And everything crumbles and falls.
In the ash and the dust sits a master,
A meditative gaze on his face.
Then a smile breaks his lips and then laughter,
Holds himself in an endless embrace.