Isthmus Upon the Wall

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