From realms of light, a sacred decree,
Watchers descended, humanity to see.
Guardians of Earth, a celestial band,
Bound by duty, in a promised land.
But whispers of temptation, a serpent's call,
At Mount Hermon's peak, the Watchers fall.
Semjazza leads, with a lustful gaze,
Azazel beside him, in a forbidden haze.
Oaths are sworn, under the moon's pale light,
To defy the heavens, and embrace the night.
Human women beckon, with beauty untold,
A lineage of giants, a story unfolds.
The cosmic balance, now starts to fray,
As divine guardians lose their way.
A rebellion sparked, in the heart of the fall,
Doomed to the abyss, answering the call.
From heavens high, a fallen grace,
The Watchers descend, to leave their trace.
Forbidden knowledge, a mortal embrace,
In Enoch's words, their story we chase.
Giants born of a sinful plight,
The Watchers' tale, in endless night.
Semjazza's sorcery, a dark art's embrace,
Incantations whispered, corrupting the race.
Azazel's forge, where metal takes form,
Not for creation, but a gathering storm.
Swords and shields, weapons of war,
The secrets of metal, forevermore.
Vanity blooms, in the eyes of the fair,
Jewels and cosmetics, a seductive snare.
Kokabiel unveils, the stars' hidden lore,
Astrology's whispers, forevermore.
Penemue's quill, writing takes flight,
Lies and deceit, cloaked in the night.
Kosdeja's spells, a venomous sting,
Control and harm, the chaos they bring.
Forbidden knowledge, a dangerous seed,
Planting destruction, fulfilling their greed.
From heavens high, a fallen grace,
The Watchers descend, to leave their trace.
Forbidden knowledge, a mortal embrace,
In Enoch's words, their story we chase.
Giants born of a sinful plight,
The Watchers' tale, in endless night.
The giants arise, with strength and with might,
Offspring of angels, consumed by the fight.
A cosmic war, between heavens and Earth,
For the soul of humanity, proving its worth.
The divine guardians, against the fallen host,
A battle for balance, whatever the cost.
The great flood approaches, a cleansing wave,
To wash away darkness, the innocent to save.
Bound in the abyss, the Watchers descend,
Their reign of terror, now comes to an end.
Awaiting judgment, in shadows they dwell,
For the sins they committed, the stories they tell.
But echoes remain, in legends and lore,
Of a time when heaven and Earth were at war.
A cautionary tale, for all to recall,
The price of defiance, the Watchers' fall.
From heavens high, a fallen grace,
The Watchers descend, to leave their trace.
Forbidden knowledge, a mortal embrace,
In Enoch's words, their story we chase.
Giants born of a sinful plight,
The Watchers' tale, in endless night.
The book of Enoch part 3
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