Beautiful beast;
ancient creature,
father of the ancient stars which incessantly keep the sky subject to your divine intellect.
Wombs have been sacrificed for centuries to titillate your divine perspective.
Virgins holy in their promises are never enough for thine holy word.
Ancient creature,
Dragon,
Jupiter;
iridescent cacophony.
You are the silent bearer of wounds and words.
A necromancer;
and centuries have outlived themselves screaming of your celestial poetry.
Father, oh Father!