Ancient — The Cainian Chronicle Part I: The Curse

Black clouds fill the day sky
In the primitive lands of Nod
As the two sons of Adam offer up
Their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high
A dark fate born by sacrificial fire

Caine: ‘Oh, great father of my father
Whom thou banished from thy garden
Look down upon thy faithful servant
And accept my beloved brother.’

With tears of love the firstborn thrust
His sharpest scythe deep into Abel’s heart
Rendering him lifeless but eternally
Prized in the mind of god as his body withered
In the scorching blaze

Caine: ‘Oh, my dear brother
Forgive me for what I have done
But to the one almighty
A greater prize I have none.’

Adam: ‘Caine, thou has broken my seal of absolute love
The crime thou’st committed meets not
The approval of him above
Forever shall you wonder in the lands beyond alone
And from this day forth I cannot call thee my own.’

Caine: ‘Oh, father my great father
Why hast thou cursed me so?
Have I not done what thou asked for?
To the shadowed woods I cannot go.’

Adam: ‘I can no longer endure thy sinful words
This greatly unmerciful deed hast done his wrong
I pray that thou find ways to repent