Chambers Of The Starwatcher - Thy Serpent

I am Starwatcher silver son of Moon

The crow’s lightened wing and earth’s son too

I make thunder trees and shape thine growing eyes

Wither thy loved ones I am the father of time

(In this blue chamber) Ye saw me storm

did thee pray then… ye while son of a Worm

Did thee not weep of vengeance, back then?

No, it was a feeble begging for what, who and when?

Ye could just have sat in a rock with thine skin

as a momentous figure of them

Fragile are thee to wait for a win

Thus a bone of mine looks inside of thine eager meat with a grin

hoping to gush out with joy

Glowly thee die with me inside

Like serpent I am to gleam, within thee I do always dream

And slither to thine soul as it seems;

Mine shade is kindom of beings