Gog

Some call me satan others have me God

Some name me nemo, I am unborn

Some speak of me in anagrams

Some grieve upon my wrath

The ones who give me service

I grant my scorn

My words are

Too late, never, impossible and gone

My home is in the sunset and the dawn

My name is locked in silence

Sometimes it's whispered out of spite

All gates are locked

All doors are barred and bolted

There is no place for flight

Will you not come to me

And love me for one more night?

Some see me shining, others have me dull

Gun-metal and cut diamond I am all

Some swear they see me weeping

In the poppy-fields of France

In the tumbling of the dice see them fall!

Some laugh and see me laughing

Down the corridors of power

Some see my sign on caesar and his pall

My face is robed in darkness

Sometimes you glimpse me in the shade

All friends have gone

All calls are weak and wasted

There is no more to say

Will you not crawl to me

And love me for one more day?

Some wish me empty, others will me full

Some crave of me infinity I am none

Some look for me in symbols

Some trace my line in stars

Some count my ways in numbers

I am no one

Some chronicle my movements

My colours and my clothes

Some trace the work in progress

It is done

My soul is cast in crystal

Yet unrevealed beneath the knife

All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus

And now disease is rife

Will you not run from this

And love me for one more life?