As the shadow of d**h appeared upon Him,
In ten thousands of its dreaded form,
He scorned their wrath, with a promise, grim
That the castle walls would endure this storm.
A hardened heart, in hatred swelled
For all that was lost, and should have been won.
Drew despair away, and thus compelled
Wise allegiance to mortal fear … be dead and gone.
And the night was thus awoken
With the clash of gleaming steel,
Each heart strong, in a promise spoken,
of a blessing that made all enemies kneel,
And when the earth had drunk its thirsty fill,
Of the blood of men and utter disgrace,
A wronged Lord met upon his rightful k**,
Who turned to stare upon d**h’s own pale face.
Artless goodwill, heartless grace,
Saintly scorn disguised in guile;
Deceit’s masque upon each face
Hides daggers in every smile.
Though the eagle once high soar;d
To the raven it has fall’d.
Noble hearts shan’t defy more
Deceit’s mind that conquest swore.
Yet, with prophecy blessed that he shan’t fall
To sword in hand of mortality born,
Ethereal justice vent down upon His walls,
Like a storm upon defiant scorn.