Psalm to the Temple of the Absent God

Here I swing, from a rope

tied to the steeple of forgotten hope.

Upon which perches a silver crow,

crying iron tears upon the stoae

I do not know to where I send

This poor message to rend

But only fear that it might end

In absent eternity

This place was made for none like me

Forgotten people where'er they be

No one knows whos god sits on

The ebony throne which life is drawn

I do not know to where I send

This poor message to rend

But only fear that it might end

In absent eternity

Here in death I see no light

No promise kept into the night

I fear now that I might be lost

Forgotten in a realm of frost

I do not know to where I send

This poor message to rend

But only fear that it might end

In absent eternity

Fear futures you do not know

No oaths are sacred down below

So hear my call and turn away

Be it, angel, demon, spirit or fae

I do not know to where I send

This poor message to rend

But only fear that it might end

In absent eternity

So here I hang, from a cord

tied to a temple of an absent lord

Upon which cries a shining bird

A final message, hope to be heard