Medival Thorn

Ask me not, of which I cannot give.
Tempt me not for thus I cannot live.

In jest, my mask bears true.
Inside a mystery unfolded.

Speak to me in your slithering tongues,
lest my defenses withstand your hammering blows.

Worthy, worthy, worthy of thee
A thousand years but nye for me.

Give me not of which I cannot take,
But godly medicine, of heavenly make.

For thee my scars envelope sky
Forever searching, far and high.

Thrust forward o eternal creation,
Yea of might, and legend.

Face thine atrocities with fearlessness.
Journey into the farthest realm of uncertainty

Resolute and firm stand thee,
Ever Mighty, Ever loving.