From the sixth to the ninth hour

The rulers' wild minds and beast masks on tight Were veiled in the looming night of their hands Even their knees could not run from the plight Air burned with a mother's cries across lands Soothed by kings' raining tears across the sands The planets and stars were splashed with Christ's blood The sun blotted out by their tearful flood The heavens were then filled with phantoms whirled Raining into wombs to become lifeblood A blood and water mist poured on the world Inspired by a passage by Homer's The Odyssey, Chapter 20