My Only Son
I woke last night, with a heavy heart,
miles away, and world's apart,
sensing you... sensing you..
All through the night, and into morn,
headless fears and shadows form,
so forlorn... so forlorn..
Feeling scared, and knowing why,
seeing nightmares in your eyes,
over there... over there..
Images of ruthless foes,
dressed in black, from head to toe.
Jagged blade, held to your breast,
evil serpent, puffs his chest.
my only son... my only son.
Hide my soul and blind my eyes!
Precious son, I hear your cries.
Brutal boots, and shattered bones,
taunting jeers, and heavy stones.
A thousand lashes to your flesh,
hidden under prison dress.
Gagged and bound, they drag you out,
Infidel! they cruelly shout.
Forced to kneel; so hate will rise!
Dagger falls..... alone he dies.
A life of honor, and good cheer,
taken from you, with a sneer.
Heart of gold; at heaven's gate,
my precious son, in glory waits....
Copyright © Kim Shaw | Year Posted 2014
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