The Lord's Gift

The dead undying lord of light

casts broken child in gutter spill'd

In all his senses, sound and sight

His absent malice now fulfill'd

With eyes of fire and flaming sword

A lord once more amongst the stars

His fleeting flock now sheer'd and shorn

Chained behind black iron bars

Striding through the empty wastes

A barren land once lush and green

Unfetter'd hatred from his hand

Turns life and love to ash and steam

And in the ending of a day

He does survey a wondrous sight

All around his greatest gift

Death destruction pain and blight

A lord of all he does survey

A lord of all he has to give

And now his gift is dead and done

No reason has he left to live