The Priest and the People
"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light
Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession
Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory
The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word
The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail
The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur
The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder
With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell
The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around
But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings
The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave
As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out
Copyright © Christopher Stones | Year Posted 2012
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