Wept

Around my thoughts furies gather.

Fawning at the approaching battle

My dread grows.

The angry hand of heaven falls against all my foes on the feilds of Golgotha.

It wounds my naked soul.

But my salvation breaks through.

Blood emotion drips to the wicked earth that is my prison.

In a strange and ill favored hue, luminous all around me. 

I call a name, my doom surrounds me.

Alone in a terrible burning light I stand.

My sins drop away on to dead eyes.

This is my salvation.

Author's Note