A crown of crows kept close in sight,
A wandering hopeless man.
He swam with sweat into the night,
Through lakes of endless sand.
Before he found a welcome well,
Where children watched in fear.
Should they chance his glance and tell,
Their mothers what they hear.
Though gentle was the stranger when,
He started with the water.
He motioned close and smiled then,
'I too have no real father.'
With them he shared a simple life,
Where fruits of truth were carried.
He found himself a simple wife,
But simple so was Mary.
Then when all his rights were set,
The Father found him resting.
Regretting all his sins and bets,
His whips and violent vestings.
A voice of stern, accomplished grief,
Beget within his soul,
The teachings of a wiser chief,
His martyrs and their toll.
To save the lives of those that he,
Had now embraced as doves.
To break their chains and set them free,
And show them all his love.
So he traveled back from where,
He started on his journey.
To step the deeds he couldn't bare,
As a peoples true attorney.
There again upon a throne,
His brother of the serpents.
Carved a wicked weary stone,
To throw at all the servants.
A brutish king of capricorns,
And other falsed deans.
Threw down his snakes with lackered horns.
To show the people means.
But Moses drew a sterdy stave,
That flashed into a snake.
To show what readys evil have,
And swallowed Pharoh's fakes.
Though neither curse or endless quakes
Could shove the Pharohs stance.
But sleeping soundly vowed to wake,
His son would find the lance.
Death and mist crept through the vales,
Of all the warned and trothed.
That when the hour struck their tales,
Their fates would long be loathed.
Within the palace rang a scream,
A Pharoh cold and lonely.
What first he thought was just a dream,
Was now a truth and homely.
Moses wept for now he knew,
That Fathers die so early.
Born by loss of something new,
That should of shined so pearly.
