Where’s that crowning fortress

Where’s that crowning fortress the kingly belief?
Only he is tort with a child tempers goal?
He, “who strikes the lightening”, forms your soul
Shapes your arrowhead hearts motif?

Sends all before him; crashing to the reef.
Pathos is a dagger we’d extol...
Mercurial, are our deeds unroll...
Lunging helter-skelter; like the mastiff.

Brow-beaten, broken-winged, seraph
Are we not charged with evils patrol?
Too make our own climb from out the hellhole
With your wages pay the jailors tariff.

So might he in your bruised innocence!
Be atoned of your unholy balance.