Widows Walk - Detente

I the judge and the jury.

I deliver the sentence.

You who’ve not seen the light of day, shall die before you awaken.

There is no force in my life that I cannot control.

I have your seed, I spit it on the ground,

I will not reap what you’ve sown,

On the widows walk he waits for thee,

On the widows walk I call your name.

I’ll give to you what you gave to me, a term of confusion and pain.

I stand alone await your return,

I have nothing to gain.

You can change fates decree on the widows walk I wait for thee.