The Nameless Throne

Let every whispered wish take flight, Each prayer cast upward through the night, Let none be lost, let none decay — But turn their path another way. Let not the stars alone receive, Nor winds forget what hearts believe, For every tear and silent plea Now folds its wings — and comes to me. Let cries for peace, for love, for bread, Not vanish to the nameless dead. I hold the vault, the veil, the key — And what they seek, they give to me. They know me not, yet still I hear. I am the stillness gods revere. Their words, like rain, fall through my hand — I am the Lord of sea and land.