The Wandering Jew Speaketh!

Shadows waver to unfurl
limbic as mystic leaves
soars into the earth mother's tongue - loll!

Once I was the king
born of these empty open streets
these feet you see
long have they trodded upon the hills
to feast upon the cries shed
upon Golgotha's lair:
only once pausing to stare in wounded gaze
at the remains of the being
whom once promised me to keep moving.

But so long ago that once was:
cursed was I, the wandering jew
never to rest to sleep upon this grass-covered field
my heart knows not peace
nor my liver crave for a sip
of love or rest
until the final day cometh
when all else shall confess in time of death.