Vagrant God

No one could deem this an end

Yet there is no grave for you to tend

The feathers fell to dark intrigue

A tell-tale praise - a solemn need

Reconciled with torment fraught

Swallowed down the throat of nought

Your hands lay bleeding with regret

The night when angels sorely wept

The manic sea of smothered cries

Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes

Yet the unrest would pine away

In solitude where death holds sway

So this is how credence declines

All words come down and laughter pines

A vagrant god released from debt

Discouraged yet - who will forget?

Their failing stare - despondency

The nature of his entity

The heartfelt warmth of which they sought

To brace comfort, he shelters not

Black rivers dug into the earth

Bearing out the human worth

He owns no awe, no love to crave

Only his death would have them saved