The Observer
I sit in darkness contemplating the night
Visions of demons soaring in flight
The moon so full of heavenly bliss
Cascading down like a lovers kiss
The windswept beauty of a grassy plain
The tormented souls writhing in pain
Angels come but never land
This havoc was wrought at their fathers hand
They watch in sorrow as men's souls burn
And take their remains each in turn
Here sits God in robes of blue
Smiling in patience, waiting for you