CasPian Sea anGeL

The name Damien descended from Eleon
Once walked as a star gazer for long
The Druids knew his hostile demeanor
His craft and skill a lifetime endeavor

Riding the black horse of the vikings
Going round, dressed, living like a king
One sweet morn, a baby's cry tore the dawn
Rosy cheek, sweet eyes like a fawn

No doubt, this birth is royalty
Tucked in clothes by the fire place
The embers of spark from coal glow
A heart within this little body burn

In human clothes, and little furs
She comes shining and breathing
To come living and ruling
As the Caspian sea angel.

(c) Gagman Cleopas