The Mati

Blue as the blood of a queen
Adorned in her indigo gown
Seeping through the wound of sin
Guarding from the seed of hate
Born of the darkest eye

A deathly curious character
Enveloped with shouting quiescence
Sentenced to an immortal watch
Of sinister demons observing with spite
Perpetually unblinking to preserve the angels

Passed from mighty Gods
Grasped by man’s needing palm
Antique traditions live on
By the power of possession
Unceasingly quelling the black eyes

Children of ancient lands
Of islands spread with oceans deep
Clasp the placid glass for aegis
Kept sacred as the skies it was forged beneath
A talisman of purity the eye will eternally keep.