H is for Hail [The Alphadeath Codex]

Sinister, you dare to say?

The day grows late, the sun is grey

My eyelids can no more carry the burden of Thy sight

Oh! Poor me, unable to uphold all this might, I shall hide, quick

Startled by the footsteps pounding heavily on the metal spiral staircase,

The one where the ivy looms and rats lurk,

With their beady eyes glowing like dying ambers from yesterday’s fire

May this thunderstorm soothe Thy anger and fade away

And let the night roll deep, unaware of hell’s blaze

I dread all forms of warmth

For warm feelings are too vague, mundane

And a man in my position shan’t have his name allied with piety or other things humane

Alas, this is the price to pay, for serving Thy name, my nameless shame

As I sat proudly, cloak and staff disguising the hoary and frail

I glance at the crowd reunited here once more

Hoping I’ll bring them hope for days to come

Yet for myself hope I have none

Thy wrath, Thy virtue and untarnished love

All this we expect from above, hands outstretched

Claiming for rain to pour and wash away our sins

Ah, they sing, sing to you my Lord the highest

And walk, one by one, pleading blissful life or peaceful death

Yet look at me, both in awe and fright

And kneel, bow heads to accept Thee in their fair heart

I accept the role and in Thy name I play my part

These unfortunate men march towards their twilight

In Thy name they will get through another day

Not felling forsaken, nor feeling pain

Sprinkled with holy water, feels like cruel hail

The sinister ritual unfolds beneath rusty iron skies

But in the bleakest corner of its crocked being

The priest knows it’s all lies