Crucified Clown

Blue velvet caged Behind rusty bars. Soul within chars. Fervent flames raged. Mighty door creaked Black-veiled phantoms Chanting the anthems Thus the dusts freaked. All the phantoms read The holy pages. The pious sages For repentance plead. Life’s last drops Time’s burning tears. Soaked deep in fears, Crushed by crops, The soul crumples. Satan’s oracle Tempting manacle On heart tramples. Towers of flesh Drag my weary bones As the axe-man hones His blade afresh Heard the Devil's voice: "Crimson Cross!" My dice to toss Fate's generous choice! "Kneel by the altar Take my rosary, Or God's pillory. You have to falter?" Succumbing feet tread On scaffold's heart As the moments part What's there that they dread? Nails of Divine love Prick my palms Grope for balms Wails a benign dove Mocking herd of sheep Ignorant vultures The gaze tortures The wound doth weep. The Fallen Prince Roars with laughter: "The hereafter!?! Who else to convince?" "O thou Holy, hark The Forsaken Son Has thy Father won?" All the rest is dark…?