Wrath of God

I idle with the fall leaf, falling from heavens sky,

Waiting on the grief, here does provide.

As in a room, dying soon, leaning on a broken broom.

My eternal, my wild, my everlasting groom.

Bring me into the stars up high,

For the universe will never die.

And reach across the silvered stream,

As I dream, shall I dream.

Forever in felicity, my bondage I shall reap,

The hearth will slowly open, to feel the heat.

Stars may come, stars may go,

Like a misty broken shadow.

Bring to me emeralds of every color,

Red and green for me to plunder,

And wear it upon your Adams breast,

The plate that solemnly is at rest.

Darker shadows lurk at night, I sigh for the virtuous fight,

To seldom see the wrath of God, and the angelic light.