Awaiting

As the evening spells were whispered,

and invoking words were told

the flames from the embers arose

by silent trees which were behold

then a prophet, a wise man said...

I see a beast, burning down our temples,

Under a symbol of a cross-nailed man,

Killing our children, for we're all pagans,

He's not too far, from where now we stand...

And as Luna hid her silhouette behind the clouds,

From the dark, a christian stepped out...