The Last Judge


All pleasures on her couch I rue.

I thought myself amongst the few

That god had blessed from out the host

To be loved the uttermost.


Self interest! Sly, she undertook

To make her form a golden hook

And understand my holy might

To betray it in the night


She bound my wrists and cut my hair

And called into the shadows there

And mocked me as I ground away

Round in darkness every day.


I touched the temple in my mind

To gods of every evil kind

And slowly growing my strength anew

Destroyed it for the god I knew.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2022 05:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Faith can be changed by memories J.


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