Silent Are the Watchers

If my wrath broke up tombs

and swept away tresholds

pushing broken old values

into dark pits

if my hate would blow

rotten words to dust

like a cleansing wind

through moulding graves

Then I could rejoice

where gods lay entombed

covered with the sands of time

beside the keepers of a dying faith

Silent are the watchers

Even I would love the church

if the sun watchers down

through cracked domes

on the worms below

Silent are the watchers

gargoyles of a glorious past

perched upon their thrones

in cold shadow cast

across infinite reaches

unto new morals

away from this filthy domain