Often confusing

No Name

In thunder lived a god long ago,
Not the one you think, nor the one you know.
He reached trembling fingers to the ground,
And snatched the souls of all that he found.

No Name was he, a wierd title it be.
No Name come hither, commanded Father Sea.
No Name journey forth, to the desert deep,
And fetch me my cape, from your mothers keep.

He flew west, dressed in his best,
Shining armor, burning spear, and all the rest.
To his mothers home, his mother West.
Beyond the shores and his fathers crests.

No name was he, a wild beast was he,
No name did call, O mother, where art thou be.
No name heard naught, nary a voice,
The west was empty: for West had gone.

Rummaged the sands, his electric fingers,
Turned to glass, the landscapes fringes.
O mother he cried where art thou,
Mother help me now.

And so No Name ran forth to the west,
No Name ran, in search of West.
No Name ran, forever more,
Unaware of this world a globe.

And so he runs in search of her,
A mad purpose for a mad sir,
Snatching lives and searching far,
Around this globe, a fruitless task.