Thy Serpent

I am the Starwatcher
silver son of Moon
The crow's lightened wing
and earth's son too
I make thunder trees
and shape thine growing eyes
Wither thy loved ones
I am the father of time
(In this blue chamber)
Ye saw me storm
did thee pray then...
ye while son of a Worm
Did thee not weep
of vengeance, back then ?
No, it was a feeble begging
for what, who and when ?