Judas Kiss
His threads soaked in blood
Dismantled ricassos line his back
His tear filled eyes he shuts
The sky above him black
Anger fused with sorrow
Heavy stones on his heart
What good can come of tomorrow
When thy life’s been torn apart
The latter-day Caesar
Against the avant-garde council
Says farewell to the dreamer
That dwelled in the fictitious castle
For what he was has died
And what he’ll become unknown
Adieu...farewell...goodbye
He’ll walk the broken path
Alone
Copyright © Michael Brouillard | Year Posted 2019
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