Visitation
I don't remember if the invitation
Came late at night or early in the morning,
If I arrived by carriage
Or if I made my way on foot
To the palace entrance,
If the royal guards escorted me inside or not,
This I do not know.
All I remember is standing before the King
And listening to his furious words of condemnation,
Words that weighed heavily on the hearts and minds
Of everyone present,
Words that I dare not repeat outside the palace walls.
Yes, I was there
And I heard the King speak.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021
28/3/22. Partly inspired by Revelation 16: 1-2 kjv.
Copyright © W.A. Cholt | Year Posted 2022
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