Judgement

I sit

alone on my throne

condemn to disown

for whom it is shown,

to the wolves they are thrown.

For the shepards are waiting

as time is a-wasting

the serpents debating:

which one will feed first.

This gift is a curse

when neither is worse:

the victor, the vagrant,

each lacking remorse.

But this is the course

that both ends must take

to find what's at stake

with one willing to break

to land in a tomb

the holiest womb

as the being is here,

the body's exhumed.