Lost Prayers

I twist nighty deep in my grave
Of hounds of men, I am slave.
A thing that was once thought to be God,
The tuning key,
The lightning rod.

Over time and the lost prayers
Lost words of sooth sayers,
I have grown old, so numb and feeble.
A dying god,
Splintered steeple.

I dream of sacrifice
Under the stars in shadowed moonlight.
Children would chant my name
In darkened temples about the slain.
Humbled knees in the mud,
Singing while I wade naked in the blood.

Torches in the castles lit the way
For monks cloaked in grey.
My words written in ancient tomes,
I spoke the truth
On my bleeding throne.

Innocents brought before my altar
By those who never falter.
They give themselves freely to me
To cut their hearts
While on their knees.

I filled the ground with their tombs
They lay stinking in their shrouds,
And through my divine eyesight I saw
Sacrificial lambs made free
By the breath of the chosen
That loved their god for everything he gave.

A transformation in the grip of death.

I lived in fire kindled in hearts,
Rubbing sensation of their parts.
They worshipped me beyond their cold graves.
Those days are gone,
Oh I miss those days!

And still...

I dream of sacrifice
Under the stars in shadowed moonlight.
Children would chant my name
In darkened temples about the slain.
Humbled knees in the mud,
Singing while I wade naked in the blood.