Son of War

O Son of War, your beauty is marred by turmoil.
Flames of hell engulf your soul, and drain the life out of you.
In your eyes dwells bottomless despair.
Where will you go my child? Who will love you now?
Your earthly father gave you up and deprived you of his love.
Men of darkness took you in and blackened your heart.
In the absence of adult virtue you grew from boy to man
To become a dark prince wielding deadly tools with deadly calm.
Now cold and motionless you lie, unresponsive to the demons
That encamp in your heart.
Your human father was sparing in love,
Will your Heavenly Father also spare you His love?
Will He not calm you with His touch, warm you with His embrace
And heal you with His kiss?
Is any son too small for Him?
Have not all sons gone astray, some farther than others?
The Origin of Light illuminates the heart of darkness.
Will He not give you his Light?

-Samuel Godfrey George