Hath Thou Known

Woeful within my own regret
Tearful how the heavens spent
Mysterious whispers under turn
Beside still embers fires burn

Hath thou known thy touch of man
Gentle whisper cool caress
Chastity the hand of god
Vixens gather beside the log

Unawares in mortal anguish
Watching flowers while I wait
Heavenly throws thy tears are late

To proud the beg
To meek for sorrow
How am I humble when I’m hollow
Bitter meant in bitter sorrow

Never beneath the setting sun
To wait, a world dim lighted one
Echoes whispers with your sneer
Alas to know thy sense of fear