To Worship

I wake to tepid morning air
expected to see you but you weren't there.
The fear of day glorifies the night
to see truly is to do it without sight.

Harken to the alter now
to give whole hearted from above the brow
the hearts of men are heaven sent
behold the irrelivant become relivant again

So I bequeath my sword to you
to plunder or build as you might do
but heed my warnings and my prayer
wherever you go, god is there.

My child, see right as right is true
in verdent pastures, it also seeks you
steadfast glory or stray from the flock
await thy wrath or bounty on your block

I wake to ardent nightmares too
but never should I wake, if not for you.