Canticles of a Withering Soul: Part I

Canto I: The Wicked ______ Wither and tremble awash at sea oh woe Woe is he, terror from sights even blessed would flee Serenades of night washed over him into the wrong Dark tides so high and undertow pulls so strong Wither Wicked winds have sailed across miles of endless plains Plain to see, evil sinews and dew drops of pain Inward he looks as the tattered sails curtain calls The life of a tired man, broken as he flails Wicked Cursed as sapphire seraphs twinkle above his eyes, singing the praise Of others lies and curse the moon to spite the days The sun won't rise over the horizon in this void place His soul set a son loose to save his faltered grace Cursed My heart bleeds for this celestial stranger, so damned He is, he roams to hell for heaven's sake'n lamb The fades of glory shot to hell long before he sailed His ship over capricious waters... Folly.. he wailed Bleeds Dark and daggers in his back, the volley of attack so Righteously planned, furious anger rage in pit of soul Row your damned boat man, get out and push Spit down from a friend so high who has a flush Dark Canto II: The Game _______________ Life has its ways, terra-firma holds its gaze Keeping us down in earthly ways Hold us soft in tender melancholy Cut us deep in winter day follies His ship hit land and he fell in Sand dragged him down again Bags tied to his corporeal feet To ensure his heavenly defeat He played their game and he lost The sand smothers lung and frosts Over and over a withering soul Sold it again for hope to climb pole This was it, this was the last denial As the gasp was let out to defile His enemies and poisonous snakes Hold still, the bite is at stake The venom entered his veins and he writhed... Canto III: Retribution _________________ Withered soul sing loud Retribution is coming Rebirth is freedom Afterlife glows bright Coming out of dried sands Water and soul then He burst free singing Tread softly over deserts grain Knife at the ready Canto IV: The Kill _____________ Free To stab Their open backs Desire to twist The blade cuts deep and blood runs out quickly Sap of the God's he breathes deeply sickly Desired more cuts Wounds in them Bleeding Out