Day 9: Michael - the knee

Michael ~ my hand sworn fest

Come, the eyes lit parable, my vision backdrift kind, the knee I will bend to fleeting sight bind, yet tilted mercy two visions pry, a sign my eyes, in a vision light tie. Do you see the demon princess theft, is it a girl, my robe and shroud left theft, or a demon birth, in solder prey, the right foot gone, and a hearing say? Do not shoulder the tempted ease, the demon is a tease of light, a shroud my cloak, to a feather fall, that can see a mission, my heart a stolen call.

Come, do not taint your passage air, the child is mine, not yours to rear, and tilted motion, spun her name, can you not at least knock door, in fame, or is your corridor breached lack find, to find a child a man tilted signed?

~ Lift your face, a common phrase, your visage held, in loft a phase, a call my door, wept to find, I am Samael, two eyes and footing peered bind. I will lift the shroud with which to detect, a child abandoned, sacrificied left, and peered upon the lightning flair, the eye uplift, in kind repair. Do you see the path sunk dry? Where children many, yet stolen, a taint - an old man sigh? That tamper ease to remove one knees, he will borden loft, a cry, the moon shelter tease?

~ Lift your visage fine my lord, you are nothing common, yet prized soar toars.

Shelter loft the same is shame, do not name the sacrifice crane, that tilted motion, a lesson spun, what mercy is a child temperance fun?

~ Lift your visage, the sight luminous theft, practice the shift in common gift, yet tilted on your sight a crane, see the flicker, the eyes, the passage now yours my fame, and use in abandonment flees no more, sheltering passages torn to floor. You seem to think old enemies gleaned, in lightening pair, would seize a grip, to common pathways eager slip? The child is torn, the towel, flipped, and lice grown sword, the common breath, is eager born.