Brother Cain, where does thou hide,
Am I to die in thy shadows?
I am slain, death by my bride,
Please tell me why ‘fore thy goes.
I heed your blow, passed in vain,
Mother, attuned, ever to weep.
I bleed but know not your pain,
My brother - your wound must run deep.
Darkness creeps across my vision,
In your waste of humanity.
Canst thou sleep with your decision?
Does thou taste the blood of me?
Leave me dead, silenced forever,
Now, but the haunt of memory.
In thy head, O' will I ever,
Abel, be the taunt of thee.
Live an outcast, in thy shame,
I will ever be the sleeper.
‘Til sleeps at last thy branded name,
I Will be my brother's keeper.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 09-20-1999).]