Our Lord on High

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In shadows deep where whispers die,
Beneath a moonless, starless sky,
A creature ancient, vast and sly,
Awaits with ever-watchful eye.

His name, unspoken, fuels the dread,
In hearts of those who dare to tread,
Where legends tell of souls long fled,
And lives left cold, as tears are shed.

With scales as dark as midnight's veil,
And eyes that gleam with tales of hell,
His breath, a storm, his roar, a wail,
Could crush our world, our fragile shell.

Yet he remains, in slumber bound,
By sacred rites, in prayers profound,
And offerings placed on hallowed ground,
Our fears, our hopes, in silence drowned.

To him, we kneel, in solemn plea,
In shadows cast by ancient tree,
We offer up our hearts, our key,
To peace, to life, to what must be.

For he, our lord, on high above,
Holds power great, but craves our love,
In rituals, our faith we prove,
To keep him calm, his wrath remove.

So night by night, and day by day,
We chant, we bow, we softly pray,
That he in darkness shall remain,
Our world untouched by his domain.

Oh, creature vast, our lord, our fear,
To you we give our homage here,
In whispered prayers, in silent tear,
To keep your wrath forever near.