Cradle Of Filth

In the beginning
Rimmed with wind and storm
A great black wrath of infinite math
Spat snarling into form
And there was heaven
Lit up with precious stones
Each one could fall but for the rule
Of faith and love and stronger thrones
And therein rose vast wonders
Affections to be seen
Fathered from the plundered
Reflections of a dream
Fogging into nightmare
For him whose place was set
With wayward stars that absent, marred
All creation with their theft
In the beginning
Bewinged and ringed with dawn
This favoured avatar, enthralled
Swansongs from those that thronged this shore
With gabriel and michael
He shone with fierce intent
For loyalty, their joy to see
Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent)
For sculptured lips of seraphim
Whom fate then cruelly rent
(with sleight fingered strains of harmony)
Each note to grim portent
As grinning nimbus gathered
Over spires arabesque
For him that blazed with holy praise
That for a jealous God was meant
Shining feriluce
Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits
Basked in glory, flew
To lakes in sacred altitudes
Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze
With curling tongues that lapped the lead
As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift)