In the beginning   Rimmed with wind and storm   A great black wrath of infinite math   Spat snarling into form   And there was Heaven   Lit up with precious stones   Each one could fall but for the rule   Of Faith and love and stronger thrones      And therein rose vast wonders   Affections to be seen   Fathered from the plundered   Reflections of a dream      Fogging into nightmare   For Him whose place was set   With wayward stars that absent, marred   All creation with their theft      In the beginning   Bewinged and ringed with dawn   This favoured Avatar, enthralled   Swansongs from those that thronged this shore      With Gabriel and Michael   He shone with fierce intent   For loyalty, their joy to see   Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent)      From sculptured lips of seraphim   Whom Fate then cruelly rent   (With sleight fingered strains of harmony)   Each note to grim portent      As grinning nimbus gathered   Over spires arabesque   For Him that blazed in holy praise   That for a jealous God was meant      Shining Feriluce   Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits   Basked in glory, flew   To lakes in sacred altitudes      Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze   With curling tongues that lapped His lead   As trough thick mountain mist   He wandered cursed (with thoughts adrift)      Until at last, past grasping trees   He stopped to draught forbidden streams   That whispered siren promises   To drown His thirst (for sports amiss)      These waters held secrets   Like raped Russian dolls   Wherein Evil and Good   Tore his soul for control      And drunk with the verse of desire's first words   The weight of the universe   Slunk in rehearsed      Horror in numbers too great to discern   The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm      And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom   Espied gasping breath under darkseethed moons      Shining Feriluce   Reflected in jaded mirror   Climbing from the noose   Of time in divine servitude      And thus a strange new melody   Of will and wanton fantasies   Whetted by the veiled, seen   Danced from His ashen lips   In red dawn scores, the silver scream   Of truth and Her deleted scenes   Was taken up as far, it seemed   As God His words eclipsed      (Those waters hid visions   Like butchers in war   Perverting the course   Of life's blood evermore...)      In the beginning   Skinned well with gibbous tones   of countenance and ignorance   In equal measures sewn   A marbled arc of Angels   Sworn to the morningstar   Shared His pride and deep inside   Felt chill shadows sweep their card