The Man Died…
Thistle strewn path
cobbled at the dawn of time
for immortal man to tread, his spoor
mortal man to follow.
A twinkling star
peering through celestial curtains
heralded the surreptitious entrance
with a cryptic message for the sages
but drew the ire of a simpleton-king:
shepherded to early graves
defending an earthly throne from a suckling.
The land of oppression of yore
offered solace with open arms,
the boy-king shielded from mayhem
and royal wrath assuaged.
His mission, embedded in worn parchments,
was incongruous to a bewildered people
who sought a warrior-king
but found a martyr.
Night and Day
colluded to destroy innocence:
A gracious kiss from a friendly foe
earning filthy lucre its reward.
Despised and Disparaged.
Stripped and Striped.
The heavens winced
as his halo was bartered with a crown of thorns.
The Man died…