The Day of Weeping
Homage paid to his land of beauty, death relayed, life delayed, work dismayed. None tribute to his loyal cause. Poisoned envied, mercy granted, justice gifted. Grants eternal light upon rest, praised in the land of eternal fires. Saved from loss, condemmed to gain. Mercy from the saviour of kingdom anon. Mercy from the nemesis of gates draw.
Day of judgement upon those guilty. Caused grief, no lease. Day of anger the blamed dissolved in the ashes of trembling. Trembling before thee guard of beauty a none, as foretold by ministrates and derators. As he descends from the void of the ether to inspect all things closer.
And the horns will form their hope for sound. The magnet of silver, acid of vandalism and the apraxium of light. Death and nature will tremble upon the throne of astounding. And a none guard of the pits of hell and the gates of heaven. The content untouched whilst the melancholy undone. When the judging guard takes his place upon what is hidden nothing remains unavenged. But what for me to say? Who shall intercede for me, when the just ones need mercy?
Oh guard a none of tremendous judging, with just saving of the free, save them, source of mercy.
When the wicked confouded upon doomed flames of insufferable woe. Call them to be among those who skur pass your majesty. They kneel upon you with submission. Help them in their final moments.
Oh but when the guard falls upon the golden blue gates, from the checked grey tiles. And homage paid. That day of tears on the morning of judging. All to be judged. Spare the faithful guard who fell for his land. Grant him rest upon the blessed. Save him from the lions mouth lest he fall into eternal darkness with those he punished. The guard guilty? Or shall he be known evermore to be just?
In his place, a shrine of remembrance to his fateful death, remember his faithful life. A non living being to take his place, never to die, never to feel, never to live again.