Dark Martyr - The Wrath

The Wrath
Windswept eyes gouged by burning sand
That left no tears to weep
The open wounds stared dessicate
At the throng about his feet

To complement the jeering crowd
The figure aloft felt breath
On his neck and heard
Whispered covenants and vows
And lurid invocations to sin

Corruption's caress
A tempting demoness
Of Cassandran prophecy
Brought the tainted joy of lust
Whispered promises of dust
So alluringly unclean

Temptation on the brink of death
And the crowd jeered endlessly
But had they known what was to come
They'd have saved their breath to scream

For He, unlike their Christ, to death
The martyr raised his crown
And eyes like flame itself ablaze
The crowd was stricken down

The morning sky from blue to black
From the ashen cries of Loss
For fire was to be their fate
As fantasy turned to holocaust

A flood of breathy lures poured forth
And the martyr closed his eyes
His ire charred her skin away
And burned away her lies

The morning sky from blue to black
From the ashen cries of Loss
For fire was to be her fate
As predation changed its course