The Dance at Gehenna
EmotionalOrphan – The Dance at Gehenna
Breathing corpses
lie on fallen idols,
and relics of an age
prophesied.
They ruled in a kingdom
of heartache and sin.
Where virtues flee,
in a dizzying exodus of trust,
born from betrayal.
The few good men,
the few good women,
pick at the bones
and carrion of the
presaged betrayal.
Wars and
rumors of wars
cold ones,
against terror,
or against drugs
kept them scared,
in check, and fearful.
They ran naked
and they knew it.
If they could see it
they believed He could too,
No one chased after them.
Frightened, they
dug out morals and values
from a stack of rules.
Delivered to a mountain.
Written in stone.
Hope lay beyond
the good and evil.
In the abyss, where
tenets cannot survive and
muted silver light darkens corners,
yet extinguishes the brightest sun.
Husbands, wives,
allies and enemies
castigate themselves,
Abandoning grey,
to enter dark obscurity.
Reveling in vainglory, yet
ashamed of their bodies,
they enjoyed humiliation
and t ...
