Nunc Dimittis

 

A working man returns, unjustified,

Across the threshold into pain. His home

No more a fortress, now the soul must roam

Condemned, to walk among the crucified.

The siren speaks, its last call yet denied

As hope decays inside a catacomb;

His hearth, a shroud of talon black, the home

A place of shame, where anxious tears abide.

The broken dawn hangs ripe with sacrifice;

This fallen king now seeks a throne beneath,

And flesh and blood must pay the ransom price.

The servant strives, a hollow Abraham,

Unleashes cold destruction from the sheath,

And sinks beneath the fire into the ice.