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