Visitation

I don't remember if the invitation 
Came late at night or early in the morning, 
If I arrived by carriage 
Or if I made my way on foot 
To the palace entrance, 
If the royal guards escorted me inside or not, 
This I do not know. 
All I remember is standing before the King 
And listening to his furious words of condemnation, 
Words that weighed heavily on the hearts and minds
Of everyone present, 
Words that I dare not repeat outside the palace walls. 
Yes, I was there 
And I heard the King speak. 


            W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021


             28/3/22. Partly inspired by Revelation 16: 1-2 kjv.

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