Winged Eternity

an attempt at a ballad

A simple death was wrought for me
but I've as always been a-strange,
across the worlds of wandering
a-lonesome of the range.
 
A reckoning was writ in stones
the second I stood out,
alone among the granite bones
and bodies cast about.
 
The scripture reads that life so queer
can only be wrapped up with blood,
with fetish and of course despair
and not as we proved false the flood.
 
We stole the scripture and took flight
across the midnight streets,
then said that nought will banish me
from winged eternity.