Trespass

I am a limb torn burden
He who lapped the lips of fragility
On lilac hills uncertain
From streams embrace, blended eternity

Anoint me a new organ
Another quick dive into the riverbank
 Substitute the foul warden
Ancient he drowns; reemerges true, blank

He slithers, struggles for warmth
Whispers words, a voice deadly in the night
Swarming the light like a moth
Unholy he aims to cure sinful blight

Carries a sigil across his chest
In hopes armor he seeks his final rest.