Toppled Reliquary

Upon the hill that overlooks The roughshod village An obelisk stands destroyed Humming with evil power It searches the valleys Glistening 'neath the moon A false lighthouse and mimic Of savage cathedral bells Tendrils of black lightning Roll in ropes over every knoll Reanimating the long dead Hymns still in their throats The toppled reliquary Older than the ground On which it is racked The toppled reliquary Fouler than the skies Under which it endures Upon the hill that overlooks The hamlet's grisly tangle An obelisk awaits sanguine renewal Upon the hill that overlooks