The Lord of JudgementA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe lamplighter held his pole up high And rapped on each window pane, ‘Fix your shutters and pull your blinds, Prepare for the coming rain.’ His footsteps sharp on the cobblestones Held everybody in dread, ‘Snuff the candle and say your prayers, Tomorrow you may be dead!’
And the gaslamps gave a flickering glow In the empty streets and lanes, While the Moon shone pale through the trees below Lighting each window pane. ‘Prepare to pay for your darkest sin, Reflect on the deeds you’ve done, Sit round the table and, holding hands, Wait til the storm has come!’
Then a wind blew cold through the narrow streets, With the sharp, cold sting of rain, And in the distance the lightning flared Where the Lord of Judgement came, And nobody dared to breathe a word That the monster might come in, With breath of fire and a flashing sword In his search for Carolyn.
But she sat deep in a dim-lit room And she held the town in thrall, Since ever her love in a dismal tomb Was found, and she blamed them all. She ringed the town with a purple mist, They couldn’t get out or in, And wailed out loud in a mourner’s shroud, ‘You’ll pay for this deadly sin!’
Then Carolyn sat by an empty hearth And arranged a pile of bones, The skull of somebody once she knew And a pair of magic stones. She placed the stones in the socket eyes And the jaw began to move, ‘If only you’d loved as he loved you, But your brother disapproved.’
She sat herself by the oracle And listened to what he’d say, She crossed herself with a hazel twig And the skull looked old and grey. ‘Your brother took him aside one night As a friend, and said, I quote: ‘It’s sad, so sad, but it has to be,’ Then he turned and cut his throat.’
So Carolyn sought her brother out As he roamed abroad that night, ‘I’m told you murdered my lover, Drew, Can it be, can that be right?’ ‘I only did it to save yourself, His love would have torn you apart.’ Then Carolyn moaned a dreadful moan, And stabbed him, deep in the heart.
The lightning flashed and the sky lit up Til it seemed as bright as day, And the purple mist she had conjured, this Thinned out, and drifted away. You’ll see her wander the silent streets In a shroud, as if she’s lame, Her tears still running in lines and streaks Since the Lord of Judgement came.
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Added on April 16, 2015Last Updated on April 16, 2015 Tags: lamplighter, sin, oracle, skull Author
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