All strokes dulled carving this hallowed sepulchral vault
A sacrosanct séance mid dolorous shades suffused
Each face vernal, every raiment seducing
While glow the Lamb with hours of agony waning
His aureate glance did then impart redemption
As the vine's fruit and the flesh lay still, there in motion
The passion great that daub the Disciples' grandeur and lust
Lo, souls - these depths prevailing; do not be hushed!
In whose eyes, Leonardo, the discarnate pierce
This boast of glory which leads but to the grave?
Smitten, once, and then again I deign their silent din
May I, 'neath breathless abandon, recite their hymn?
Inspired by Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper