Broken Oath

This is another holiday piece, not a reflection of my moods, it was written a while back for somewhere else....

I took the vow of poverty and pain
and wander this world alone by night
having lost count of the gods I've slain
in this long roaming in search of a fight.

But the darkness is not just my cloak these days
she is my eternal lover, steeping me in her ways.

The elements I brave without a thought
the bullets of man's guns pass me by
for I am the one who is never caught
as I stab the deities until they die.

And when they are all dead, Night shall gather me in
The final goddes I cannot slay, as we wake the world with our sin.

Father of gods call me this bleak day
when the shadow people take your souls
the offspring of my tumble in the hay
with Mother Night under impaling poles.

I betrayed my oath, and thus was forever damned
and still alive my body into the earth was jammed

until they need me to free man again
from the grip off the Immortals sin,
I lay in wait for release and mayhem.