The Lonely Man

For Jesus with Love

A cloak of satin,

Thrown roughly to Earth,

An the harbingers of death, of pain,

Gather their brood, for a feast of torment,

For a night of blood, and unchecked vengeance,

Of proportions so epic, as never to be seen again!

 

He watches and waits, a lonely man of the flesh,

Resigned to bear the weight, of all that is unholy,

Determined to honour the cross, a talisman for all ages,

Born of fire, of love, of honour,

Of an omniscient being, wilfully branding,

His kindred to die!

 

And pray they do, these women of old,

Tears soaking the clothes, of bloody clothes, torn,

Reminiscent of the suffrage, about to unfold, upon the head of a Man, storied throughout history,

Celebrated in death,

Worshipped, in Life!