O Precious Lad

Written by: S. A. David

(For Precious 
Ebemen 
Avbuluimen, 
1988-2011).

Lysosome drop'd
As you hop'd
Far into the earth
A place with filth

If I am confessor
I'd confess the last 
enemy
To be your instant 
resurrector
Then he'd be no 
more an enemy

If am wizard
I'd turn back time
Get you out of 
earth's gizzard
And give you 
eternal smile

If I am warlock
I'd cut the staff of 
death
Get you out of 
sheol's lock
And give death its 
death

If I am seeker
I'd swim down the 
underworld
Get you out on a 
flyer
And forever seal 
the vainworld

If I am mord sith, 
with my agiel
I'd repel death's 
magic
Extinguish him and 
his many an angel
And forever they'll 
n'er play any trick.

O Precious, my 
tears escaped my 
eyes
Reality staggered 
me to my root
Wish I could 
illuminate your 
eyes
And see you walk 
to me on foot

You were 
abducted from me 
and us
Ebemen, I was put 
in mourning
Though hope is, I 
began to fuss
Because I lack 
faith in 
resurrection 
morning.