My own blood rained on the Heavens
The Golden Lands were flooded with red
As it coagulated it choked the sacred Earth
And turned the divine destitute
I wept not for the Angels as they rotted
I only sighed when I saw them clinging to life
I then walked the Holy Gardens
Seeking reprieve from my storm
The blood ran through the leaves
As it once did in my veins
This peaceful drone of raindrops
I watched it pour for centuries
And here I begin (my Refugium)
Bled dry of the relentless divine order
Eternity turns to minutes
As I rest
Among celestial corpses
